Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears dark leathers with embroidery. His tied-back hair is brown. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with yellow colored cloaks and clothing. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Mordai 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 Mordai. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Smoky quartz (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (120 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 4'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He likes to wear blue tank tops with white pants. He sports a long silver beard, and similarly colored long hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. His childhood dream was to be a Scribe, but he was a colossal failure. He's also a talented Scribe, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries a battered shortspear and tarnished glaive as well. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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. Ahvain 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'8" when asserting himself. His purple hair, when down, is lengthy. His black eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 23000 cp.