Description: He is wearing a long, pastel, dusty cloak, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'8" when asserting himself. His cinnamon fur is braided into rings. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 200 gp. Alexandrite (1600 gp). Red spinel (130 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Chrysoberyl (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with red slacks. He carries with him a set of rapiers on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 48. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Gubu 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. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and balancing his hectic life and new armorer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 800 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (170 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a pastel cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. Her white fur, when down, is lengthy. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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. Flask 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: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her white hair is heavily combed to the right. Her red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: Shax lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the west, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the west for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way east. After a long history of fighting, Shax and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.