Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear flannel. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Orc artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Oren liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: Standing 6'6", this woman usually wears her black robe and has her sword always slung over her shoulder. Her white crest, when down, is lengthy. Her eyes are likewise red. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She exudes charisma. She is a tour de force of persuasion. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

History: Farideh was born with her father's beautiful face. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Dwarven companion (her 'brother'). When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 100 gp. Jasper (50 gp). Amber (80 gp). 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. She carries with her a set of daggers, each one with a jet on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her ears are large.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aym fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned woman, she wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her warhammer with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She wears her brown hair up. Her brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: She was born in a small island village. Like her mother and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Farmer. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 200 sp.