Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a pastel collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Aramil liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Emotional. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 2000 gp. Rock crystal (30 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Coral (150 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp). Emerald (400 gp). Obsidian (12 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His red fur is thinning but still full. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is auburn and curly. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Dilettante business.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the south were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's in love; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His blonde hair is long and unkept. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: He was born in the west. His first spouse was a Scribe, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Fivin was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp.