Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears dull blue sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed morningstar, just in case. He wears his purple hair up. His white eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has worked as a Fletcher like his mother before him.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Criminal record, Slave, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His red hair is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

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 can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 800 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears grey trousers with black and violet striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His hair is cut close to his head. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and obtaining odd cultural half-orc artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Olunt was raised in a hard working conservative environment. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Map Maker for the past few years.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and dwarven compassion

Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, In love. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 4000 cp.