Description: Standing 6'6", this man has the majority of his body covered in plate. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length bronze crest. His skin is flawless and his red eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Dazzazn was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Cartwright hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature halberd.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp. Red garnet (50 gp). Obsidian (5 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he sports yellow clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Baern was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. 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 has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scimitar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His red crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of orcs once and for all.

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 father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: Standing 5'3", this man is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, tan shirt, and blue tie. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Gifted from a young age, Ivellios studied abroad. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a tan vest and prefers grey and tan shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He carries with him a set of greataxes, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 100 gp. 2 Smokesticks. 2 Smokesticks. 1 Everburning torch.