Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and he perpetually has his axe ready. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Krûk fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple violet line shooting up and back down. Sporting a chestnut mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: When she was but 7 years old her parents immigrated from the south. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and dragonborn compassion

Flaws: Cynical, Racist, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. Jelenneth was orphaned to a temple shortly after her birth. She was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above herself and to hold her god always in her heart. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and her religion dominates her actions

Ideals: Pacifist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 36000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His chestnut hair is lengthy. He has violet eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Oblar abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. During his travels, Oblar and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Oblar discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Oblar fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Architect

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.