Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He has wavy red hair. He has gleaming, smiling black eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Raam isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tiefling unity. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism, Fighting. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 6'0". He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and his gloved hand is found clutching a shield. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise black. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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 shield use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 11000 cp.

Description: She wears a tan vest and prefers grey and tan shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She carries with her a set of greataxes, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. With wild auburn hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 100 gp. 2 Smokesticks. 2 Smokesticks. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He stands about 4'7" and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born in the south to a Stylist, Caeldrim learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly scimitars and pickaxes. Her golden hair is long and unkept. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born to a Barkeep, her mother struggled to pay the bills. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Tippletoe took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor she uses now. Recently she has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 130 gp.