Description: A middle-aged man, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and is pretty ugly. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are copper.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. At a young age his mother died while driving off some orcs. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in rapier use. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Right-Handed was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 600 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple tan line shooting up and back down. He has done his best to style his beige fur to look like a famous performer. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple tan robe with grey stripes complete with hood. He has golden hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears dull brown sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed axe, just in case. Her golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the east.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tharivol does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Tharivol was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp.