Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His crest is brass and curly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Donaar was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Donaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 30000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. She has dyed her greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Myathethil lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. By chance she met her brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Bellfounder and was forced into it by her family; and to reunite with her absent father

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 gp. Fire opal (600 gp). Black star sapphire (600 gp).

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a black tunic with pastel highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has done his best to style his blue crest to look like a famous performer. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Fearful. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 120 gp. Rock crystal (70 gp).

Description: This woman wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty green coat over it, and sports empty pouches on her belt. She keeps her long copper crest kept up in a rat tail. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: She was born in a small forest village. She was a friend to animals and a trickster. In her defense of animals however she would do severe harm to people. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Cynical. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: 4'7" and lanky with angular features, she is an attractive figure. She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants. Her hair is brown and curly. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 100 gp.