Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His auburn hair is lengthy. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Riardon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. A freak accident while working with his Fletcher mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 230 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is wearing a long, grey cloak. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ur-Lisak isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: Ur-Lisak was raised in a hard working conservative environment. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He tends to his Shoemaker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He's in love; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Job, In love, Has a crush. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 4000 cp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears an entirely white suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His brown fur is still thick. His copper eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He tends to his Cook job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he is content

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and is pretty ugly. He wears his silver hair down. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. The war was a terrible time for him, and Thervan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He married young, but lost his spouse to illithids. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Thervan was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the illithids.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is a great chef.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Qualen grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Qualen. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.