Description: He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a axe, but if one is not available he will default to his flail. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: Hûmgrat was born with his mother's beautiful face. Hûmgrat was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Hûmgrat decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Half-Orc compassion; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Flaws: Addict, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull white iron scale mail. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 250 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is in excellent shape and tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He wears his chestnut hair down. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is a great chef.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Gimble took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Jeweler and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate, Gifted. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 400 gp. Jasper (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his chestnut hair up. He is baby faced.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Fortune-teller born in the past three hundred years. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 500 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Azurite (7 gp).

Description: He stands about 4'2" and is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Scribe. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Rurik reached his early adolescence his Dwarf father 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. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.