Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a white vest and prefers blue and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His hair is chestnut and curly. 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 is fixated on the number 11. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He wants revenge against orcs.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 8000 sp. Peridot (80 gp). Silver pearl (50 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He likes to wear grey tank tops with blue pants. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Human compassion; and to be a bricklayer again

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Racist. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Solid gold idol (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 5'2". He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. 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, John is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Mason, who enjoyed hunting, John was taken on many hunting expeditions. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Optimist, Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'0". He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and his gloved hand is found clutching a trident. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Shy. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is short and red. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Insane, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 16000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.