Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, yellow shirt, and grey tie, and he perpetually has his glaive ready. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. The war was a terrible time for him, and Latbag does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fletcher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Mâku took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural half-orc artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1000 cp. Moss agate (4 gp).

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His auburn hair is long and unkept. His ears are large.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. His head has been shaved. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a great chef.

History: Nalral was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. After coming to the age of reason, Nalral took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 260 gp.