Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Revenge; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 600 sp. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. Ralf is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Ralf was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Ralf was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Ruler. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 170 pp.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her hair is black and very short. Her eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She uses divination through singing.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. Ostracized due to the divine powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. Recently she has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Masseuse and was forced into it by her family; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Military, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western woman is abnormally tall. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. She wears a feathered hat to hide her balding. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. Sora was born on a far western plains where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Detective. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Just what you see.