Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He usually wears his grey robe and has his crossbow always slung over his shoulder. He keeps his white crest in a pixie cut. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. 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. Donaar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he usually wears his black robe and has his shortspear always slung over his shoulder. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born into a rich family. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. After months of barely getting by, Altho managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable, Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: He usually wears his brown robe and has his glaive always slung over his shoulder. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his glaive, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of orcs once and for all.

History: Paelias was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Paelias was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he's in love

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. He wears a colorful flower in his golden hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Broce was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Druid, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Druid in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Broce abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 17000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.