Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he prefers to wear flannel. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. 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: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Burto 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 now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Enemies, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His red hair is cut short. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

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. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Orc companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature spear.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2200 sp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a black collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Beiro hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Beiro reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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 left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses in red turtlenecks beneath a green coat with brown slacks. His white hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 6000 cp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (90 gp).

Description: An older man who likes to wear violet tank tops with tan pants, he is not a threatening figure. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. Pushkrimp took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He bought a halberd and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Justice, Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 600 pp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.