Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born into a rich family. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He carries with him a set of nunchakus on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His tied-back hair is brown. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 97. 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 a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born to a Servant, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Randal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 50000 cp.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing pastel cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. He carries with him a set of hammers, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Clerebold hails from a village terrorized by goblins. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull brown sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed trident, just in case. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his top brown hat.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. The war was a terrible time for him, and Adam does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A freak accident while working with his Bather mother left him crippled. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts. He has wavy auburn hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born in the south to a Shepherd, Balimaar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Shepherd for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Fisher again; and balancing his hectic life and new shepherd responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2800 sp.