Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears red 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 greatsword. His rusty crest is greasy and uncared for. His red eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born in the south. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kaladan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 10000 cp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears bulky yellow painted plate armor. His hair is black and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: Gifted from a young age, Ur-Masi studied abroad. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is purple and very short. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He enjoys reading and quiet.

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. Skamos took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He is an epitome of beauty. He has a very tight haircut. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Morkral was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To be a Stableman again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His scarlet crest, when down, is lengthy. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. The war was a terrible time for him, and Adrex 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 in the east. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Good lock.