Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Norman was born the youngest of three triplets. 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. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a servant and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Joker, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2100 sp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He got into the Barkeep business at a young age. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Shy, Forgetful, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 36000 sp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (90 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (60 gp).

Description: He is wearing a long, grey cloak. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his ceremonial dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: Kyle lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Map Maker, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Full Plate. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: 5'1" and muscular, this northern man is dressed in an above average manner. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He has brown eyes and a black hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He came across an abandoned tomb where he found a relic that called out to him. After picking it up he was cursed by lycanthropy.

Motivation: Human compassion.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with violet colored cloaks and clothing. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 83. 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. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.