Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. 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 a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hûmgrat fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with his Masseuse mother left him crippled. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 29000 sp.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 6'1" and does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has shaved his head bald. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Healer who has hired him part-time. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born in the west. Miles was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Healer. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His head has been shaved. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. In his youth he was a Bookbinder, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of swords on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He has no fur. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.