Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. His white hair is long and unkept. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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 worked as a Body Guard like his mother before him.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to be a herbalist again

Ideals: Philantrophist, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 17000 cp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has no hair. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Gifted from a young age, Solomon studied abroad. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. He has amber eyes and a brown hat with a violet feather.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

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. 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Heward was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants revenge against orcs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair is chestnut, 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 is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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 raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Spice Merchant for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. Hematite (7 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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 raised in a plains tribe. 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. After a long history of fighting, Ralf and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 4000 sp. Deep blue spinel (200 gp).