Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep yellow leather and dull green iron scale mail. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Beiro was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Commoner, 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 Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Orc companion (his 'brother'). He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. His fur, while still mostly gray, has prominent grey streaks. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. A true patriot, Spear would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Joker, Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'0" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and yellow, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Her hair is brown and curly. Her blue eyes peer out from beneath her feathered brown hat.

Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was born in the south. Delre was born on a far southern mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Interpreter. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and she's looking for her big break

Flaws: Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His red hair is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. 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, Qualen 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. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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. Qualen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is content

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.