Description: This dark-skinned male is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 44000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat, and carries tridents. He has no hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Fenriz was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is brown and very short. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

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

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Enemies, Religious, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 120 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his trident. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Berrian hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 50 gp.