Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a tan shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his white hair up. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Heward was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Passionate, Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 12000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair is braided into rings. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

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. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Tim reached his early adolescence his Human 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Cynical, Lazy. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. He has styled his bronze crest well, parting it to the right. His eyes are gold and beady.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family In his youth he was a Map Maker, 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. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1000 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp).

Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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 raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Guard arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His first spouse was a Fortune-teller, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Family, Debt. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he usually wears his black robe and has his lance always slung over his shoulder. He has no hair. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 97. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Debt. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Jet (120 gp). 1 Banded mail.