Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He carries with him a set of crossbows, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He refers to his adoptive mother 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: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. 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. Gimurt fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized violet coat. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length black hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Jet (90 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). 1 Buckler. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a violet vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his violet boots flare out at the collars. His blonde hair is braided into rings. He has amber eyes and a violet hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting orcs, the young Berrian began to lead the lost caravan. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To protect his home; and many orcs want him driven away

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Guardian. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: He wears a black shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and he perpetually has his dagger ready. His crest is blue and very short. This red eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Donaar is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Donaar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Marshal. He has achieved small success as a Marshal.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Bonds: Slave, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.