Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His tied-back hair is blonde. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Nordak was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Terse, Addict. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: This man wears dull white sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed dagger, just in case. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His fur, while still mostly beige, has prominent grey streaks. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born in the west. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Flaws: Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1000 gp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (70 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 300 gp. Black opal (1000 gp).

Description: He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his monstrous two handed axe, and carries monstrous two handed axes. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. He has gleaming, smiling black eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Therai fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Architect and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Family, Slave. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Healer’s kit.