Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His white hair is still thick. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Hork was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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 Human in existence. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Patrick was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Justice, Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

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 bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: Whurbin was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Whurbin 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 Whurbin. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a tan collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a very tight haircut. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. 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 Junk Dealer. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Junk Dealer for the past few years.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and expand his business

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush, Poor, Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

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

Possessions: Black pearl (1200 gp). Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Deep green spinel (40 gp). 1 Spyglass. 1 Silk rope.

Description: This man stands a little under 3'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a greataxe on his belt. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1000 sp.