Description: He is lean but muscular and dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a green coat with violet slacks. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Farmer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 200 gp. Peridot (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His purple hair is thinning but still full. His half smiles and silver eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Purson never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away.

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black crest. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has a hunchback. His black crest is smooth and relatively long. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Quarethon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Server

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 6'5", this man prefers to wear red pants and tee shirts. He has no crest. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Tarhun 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. A freak accident while working with his Junk Dealer father left him crippled. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants to get laid.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 500 gp.