Description: A plain young-adult man, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a tattered pair of loose red pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Folgûm's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Folgûm was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: He wants revenge against orcs; and revenge

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he very much looks the part of a Mortician. He has wavy black hair. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Berrian lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Mortician for hire.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Job, Family, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 2900 sp. Solid gold idol (800 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the north. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Brewer. His copper crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Direcris is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. 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. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Artistic, Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.