Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Kipper wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Aristocrat, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Kipper took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He bought a trident and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Disciplined. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 80 pp. Sardonyx (40 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. 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: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants revenge against giants; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He keeps his white fur in a pixie cut. His yellow eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Architect for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Amber (50 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has shaved his head bald. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of drow once and for all.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Miner hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and revenge

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 30 gp.