Description: He wears a fancy black suit. He is portly but not overly obese. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. 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 likes to make people angry or surprised. 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: The child of a Animal Trainer, who enjoyed hunting, Alston was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Alston took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Shepherd and was forced into it by his family; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and tends to wear a large green jacket. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His hair is short and chestnut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A gifted student he started as a Performer, but he got bored and became a Dyer. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and wants his loneliness to end

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Military, Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 3000 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (150 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2000 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Rolen lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1 Breastplate.

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. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Orc supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ar-Beka fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Orc people.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 10000 cp. Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Rose (60 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Azurite (15 gp).

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Interpreter but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 400 gp.