Description: 6'5" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a fancy brown suit. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His childhood dream was to be a Blacksmith, but he was a colossal failure. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job, Debt. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Marshal. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly kukris and shortbows. He sports a flattop crest cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of orcs once and for all.

History: Born in the west to a Marshal, Dadalan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Dadalan was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies, Job, In love. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Average lock. 1 Disguise kit. 1 Hourglass.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears dull black sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed glaive, just in case. His white hair is lengthy. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Ekemon was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and dragonborn compassion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: An older man who wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat, he is not a threatening figure. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Folgûm embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Orcs. A true patriot, Folgûm would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 60 gp. Hematite (6 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears his black hair up. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: Nybarg was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Nybarg liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1200 sp. Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp). 1 Half-Plate.