Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright red and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born in a small plains village. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His long golden hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Heward was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Heward took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and revenge

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His tied-back hair is black. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Roger hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and many orcs want him driven away

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Chrysoberyl (140 gp). Malachite (10 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears tattered old clothes. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born in the south. His childhood dream was to be a Adventurer, but he was a colossal failure. He tends to his Scribe job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'5". He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and his gloved hand is found clutching a falchion. His hair is long and red with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His ears are large.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Balimaar was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2900 sp. Jet (50 gp).