Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a grey vest and prefers blue and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. In his 13th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Umpen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Hedonist, Fearful. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 3000 cp. Chalcedony (50 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. He is baby faced.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He worked as a nervous Soapmaker and found it very stressful. He tends to his Soapmaker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a black coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. His tied-back hair is silver. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: The child of a Fisher, who enjoyed hunting, Gomory was taken on many hunting expeditions. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-elven people

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy, Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 400 gp. Red spinel (100 gp). Red spinel (100 gp). 3 Alchemist’s fire. 8 Acid flasks. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His red hair is braided into rings. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His parents enrolled him in a Barbarian school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Gimurt was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur, Gifted, Impeccable. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 190 gp.