Description: A 6'7" northern man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has moderate length rusty crest. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Valorean enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the north. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. After months of barely getting by, Valorean managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 scarlet crest is heavily combed to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. Her brass crest is braided into rings. She has gold eyes and a black hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Savaran fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: She is an attractive woman, lean and moderately muscular. She wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. Her brown hair is lengthy. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: She wears baggy white pantaloons and a tan scarf. Her moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady amber eyes.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. A true patriot, Puyet would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: She got into the Spice Merchant business at a young age. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Puyet grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Puyet. She has achieved small success as a Spice Merchant.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.