Description: A 5'4" western man, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the west were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 400 gp. Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Hematite (8 gp).

Description: This man wears long strands of aquamarine and short red dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his left hand. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is mildly Dwarf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erias fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dwarven people; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'7" and wears a worn and beaten armor. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 3000 gp. Jet (100 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Has a crush. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp).

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. The war was a terrible time for him, and Corkitron 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 on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Corkitron took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.