Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is light but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat. His brown hair is still thick. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Weaver hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Poor, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Azurite (8 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a worn and beaten armor. His tied-back hair is silver. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Varis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze and is in decent physical shape. He has styled his green crest well, parting it to the left. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Medrash lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When Medrash reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother 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. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Family, Military. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 120 pp.

Description: She stands about 3'4" and is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Her left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her silver hair is thinning but still full. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. The occasional robbery is her preferred attention getting crime, but she mainly uses her means for meeting her own perverse desires.

History: Born to a Engraver, her mother struggled to pay the bills. When Virra reached her early adolescence her Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Military. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 36000 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.