Description: A 5'8" eastern man, he typically wears violet cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is white and very short. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Hadarai is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the east to a Carpenter, Hadarai learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

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 further expansion of business

Ideals: Opinionated, Justice. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Debt. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Shag isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Shag lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Nature, Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 700 sp. Red-brown spinel (90 gp).

Description: She wears a black vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her black boots flare out at the collars, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 6'1" when asserting herself. She has dyed her greying rusty crest a little too much giving a sharp rusty color. Her eyes are red and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: Born in the north to a Bricklayer, Havilar learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. Like her father and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Bricklayer. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and she wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. Her white hair is braided into rings. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She carries with her a set of glaives, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her red hair is long and unkept. She has a dull look in her brown eyes.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Dwarven culture. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She was born in the east. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She left for the east, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 3 Holy water.