Description: He wears bulky grey painted plate armor, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'7" when asserting himself. His hair is auburn and curly. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

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

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 5000 cp. Obsidian (6 gp).

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Galinndan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Sensitive, Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'8" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length brown hair. Her silver eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was born in a small island village. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Orianna fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Disciplined, Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This late middle aged man is typically in his Sculptor uniform and is in decent physical shape. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Ur-Dag does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When Ur-Dag reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Recently the stress of being a Sculptor has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 400 gp.