Description: He has a missing left arm. He is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Tim 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. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Lazy, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his falchion with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Balimaar speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

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. 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 left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. He is portly but not overly obese. He has moderate length white hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He saw the violence of war and the aftermath so he converted to religion and dedicated himself to non-violence.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Flaws: Impulsive, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 900 sp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries with him a set of morningstars on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. 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 erratic and paranoid. He believes orcs are coming to abduct people. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Slave. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Magnifying glass.