Description: She wears a worn and beaten armor, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 6'1" when asserting herself. She keeps her golden hair in a pixie cut. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her green eyes.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with her Server mother left her crippled. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her green robe. She has shaved her head bald. Her skin is flawless and her green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She is content; and half-orc compassion

Flaws: Shy, Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Amber (100 gp). Amber (100 gp). Emerald (600 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has dyed his greying bronze crest a little too much giving a sharp bronze color. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Sage. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Donaar was born with his father's beautiful face. Donaar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Server. He tends to his Server job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a ploughman again

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. After coming to the age of reason, Wymar took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 160 gp.