Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and he perpetually has his halberd ready. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Arnold embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp. Eye agate (8 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Black star sapphire (1500 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Trey was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Addict, Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

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

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'4" when asserting himself. His silver hair is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Addict, Disease. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 3000 sp. Bloodstone (40 gp).