Description: A plain young-adult man, he typically wears pastel cloth garments or leather armor. He keeps his red fur in a pixie cut. His eyes are likewise copper. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Shifting was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, 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 Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Through the years after Shifting was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Shifting's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a green shirt, with a yellow mid length shorts with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are red.

Personality: Chem wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Paladin, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... 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, Chem is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 1400 sp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is dressed in an above average manner. His long bronze crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a dull look in his gold eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is harsh and unforgiving.

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. When Srorthen reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 gp. 2 Tanglefoot bags. 4 Antitoxin. 1 Holy water.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Burgell was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Elven companion (his 'brother'). One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and obtaining odd cultural half-elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 10 pp. Smoky quartz (50 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears suspenders and violet workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy violet leather apron most of the time. He wears his black hair up. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Raymond was born with his mother's beautiful face. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the north were limited. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record, Attractive. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 32000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.