Description: She wears baggy brown pantaloons and a black scarf, and carries bows. She has done her best to style her blonde hair to look like a famous performer. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her brown eyes.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is dressed in an above average manner. His bronze crest is heavily combed to the right. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Srorthen alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Srorthen was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1900 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She wears her blonde hair up. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Rinn is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His blue crest is matted, messy, and big. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Herbalist arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is greedy

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: This malnourished man wears bulky tan painted plate armor. His hair is long and black with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature halberd.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Elven people; and half-elven compassion

Flaws: Sensitive, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Just what you see.