Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 5'11". He tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a ceremonial dagger. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 4. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Gifted from a young age, Ogbur studied abroad. Ogbur was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Ogbur decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Backpack.

Description: A moderately attractive woman, she wears a brown shirt, with a red mid length skirt with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Her auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered poetry. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Thorin's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thorin grew up listening to his father's many stories. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical, Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. His hair is long and red with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Uraim hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Beggar hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears pastel painted combat armor at almost all times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He has wavy lavender fur. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fragrant does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When Fragrant reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi 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 spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Flaws: Depressed, Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.