Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears dull brown sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sword, just in case. He is an epitome of beauty. He has a very tight haircut. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is mildly Halfling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the west. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: Revenge.

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Onyx (70 gp). Citrine (70 gp).

Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'0" and wears a grey costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Marshal. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This light-skinned male typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep pastel leather and dull violet iron scale mail. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Himo abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: He stands about 5'2" and is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and white handkerchief worn on his right side. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He found a children's book about a Half-Elf Warrior who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 46000 sp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hammer, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword, marred by teas. He has chestnut hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: Brottor hails from a village terrorized by giants. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Just what you see.