Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a kukri on his belt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Alvyn was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Alvyn's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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. Alvyn 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; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His ears are large.

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 logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Adran 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Military. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and tends to wear a tan poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

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. When Hunter reached his early adolescence his Human father 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 eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Passionate, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Military, Guardian, Slave. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He very much looks the part of a Blacksmith. His orange fur is smooth and relatively long. His yellow eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the east were limited. He struck the Blacksmith job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Impulsive, Selfish. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears just a pastel suit. He has no hair. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Nelkin was raised in a hard working conservative environment. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 3000 sp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (60 gp).