Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He carries with him a set of sickles, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. He is baby faced.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Korfel was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 6000 sp.

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 is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1200 gp. Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Erevan grew up listening to his father's many stories. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This eastern man wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. His clothes are grease stained in places. His auburn hair is still thick. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the east were limited. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He stands about 5'2" and wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a Blacksmith first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. Thervan enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: The child of a Banker, who enjoyed hunting, Thervan was taken on many hunting expeditions. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has worked as a Blacksmith like his father before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 200 gp.