Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes orcs are coming to abduct people. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Folgûm was born with his father's beautiful face. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Family, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He stands about 6'10" and wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is short and chestnut. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. 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, Lûga is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. 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 granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Passionate, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 10 pp. Banded agate (6 gp). Jade (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. His auburn 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: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Ivellios 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. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Ivellios has worked very hard to control his curse. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is typically in his Body Guard uniform. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Dalgal took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Secretive, Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 320 gp. Malachite (6 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Red garnet (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.