Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Half-Orc culture. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: Alvyn 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. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Orc people; and half-orc compassion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear flannel. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Kilvar will drive conversation. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born in the west to a Server, Kilvar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He tends to his Server job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and to be a engraver again

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 100 gp. Star rose quartz (60 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp).

Description: She is in excellent shape and is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering her clean studded leather. Her silver hair is greasy and uncared for. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. The war was a terrible time for her, and Ovina does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. When Ovina reached her early adolescence her Dwarf 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. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2600 gp. A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (50 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Jeweled gold crown (4000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1600 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 4. 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 spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Jocelyn took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and carries kukris. His brass crest is long and unkept. His red eyes peer out from beneath his small green hat.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in the south to a Ploughman, Dazzazn learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Slave. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 gp. Sardonyx (80 gp). Moss agate (8 gp).