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. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Gifted from a young age, Oriel studied abroad. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many dire rats want her driven away; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is dressed in a clean white cloak covering her clean studded leather, and carries monstrous two handed axes. She wears her silver hair down. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Williamina was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. A freak accident while working with her Blacksmith mother left her crippled. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Persistence. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears skinny pants and wears a brown and black robe with the hood down. Her white hair is cut short. Her eyes are brown.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. Her mother took her hunting and taught her how to get in the mind of other creatures. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and she is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.