Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sai, but if one is not available he will default to his longbow. He has no hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is mildly Tiefling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Mantus was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1300 gp.

Description: He wears a blue collared shirt and white pants. He accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is physically well-built. He has wavy copper crest. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. A freak accident while working with his Actor father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 140 pp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His half smiles and black eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

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. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a monstrous two handed axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'0" when asserting himself. His red hair is singed and shortened. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Tim speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. As a young child he wandered into the woods despite his father's warnings against it. Afterwards he claimed he had encountered orcs who tried to eat his hand. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Tim was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and many orcs want him driven away

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 29000 sp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. He is baby faced.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Junk Dealer who has hired him part-time. The war was a terrible time for him, and Aramil 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 on a small isolated farm. When Aramil reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. After a long history of fighting, Aramil and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Military, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 37000 sp.