Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a shield on his belt. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Pog was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Bellfounder. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His hair is blonde and curly. He has blue eyes and a brown hat with a black feather.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Drogo never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-orc people

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Military. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a husky man, who is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has red fur. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: Edge wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

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. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He struck the Animal Trainer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, yellow shirt, and pastel tie. His hair is brown and very short. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. The war was a terrible time for him, and Lewis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Lewis was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Servant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Banded mail.

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 cut close to his head. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. 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. Fax fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Fearful. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Just what you see.