Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born in the south. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and a strong sense of loyalty to human people

Flaws: Sensitive, Impulsive, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He sports a flattop hair cut. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Born in the west to a Miner, Percival learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Miner for hire.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Miner responsibilities is difficult; and revenge

Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Job, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Miner

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 40 gp. Jet (70 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Thamior was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Thamior never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Military, In love. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man likes to wear violet tank tops with tan pants. He has moderate length silver hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Jet (100 gp). Sard (20 gp).