Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Ghaliver took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ghaliver 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.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 300 gp. Banded agate (4 gp). Red spinel (140 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears long strands of emerald and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Her hair is long and white with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small white clips. Her amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Vanchu 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 Vanchu. She used her abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She carries with her a set of quarterstaffs, each one with a topaz on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Mortician. She loves her children and doesn't want them to worry about her. She loves to share her music with anyone who is interested.

History: Born in the north to a Mortician, Ovak learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. Like her father and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Mortician. She has been saving her money to try and buy her sister's freedom.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and an old rival family wants her found

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 5'5". He wears a black collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shortspear. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Shágflak 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 400 gp.