Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a black shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, marred by sweets. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born in the north. When Olrok reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc 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 is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears light armors faded through time and improper care. She has wavy auburn hair. Her eyes are hazel.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a fancy black dress. She has a long golden ponytail with little hanging trinkets. She has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

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 often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: The child of a Miner, who enjoyed hunting, Baggi was taken on many hunting expeditions. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is greedy

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1600 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She wears skinny pants and wears a blue and brown robe with the hood down. She has a long black ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her ears are large.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 77. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Her childhood dream was to be a Tanner, but she was a colossal failure. She tends to her Priest job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: She wears many layers of old clothing at all times. She carries a battered shortbow and tarnished warhammer as well. Her scarlet crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her ears are large.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Arava was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. 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 brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Arava fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end her boredom; and she is content

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.