Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'6" when asserting himself. He has silver hair. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sailor arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 90 pp. Hematite (6 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a grey shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His brown hair is lengthy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Heward grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 200 gp.

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 dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His silver hair is long and unkept. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. During his travels, Balimaar and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Balimaar discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Balimaar fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Lazy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This northern man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is chestnut and curly. He has green eyes.

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. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. His parents enrolled him in a Paladin school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. 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. Anselm fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 500 gp. Amber (140 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Red-brown spinel (140 gp).

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 wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Geoffrey was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and many dire rats want him driven away

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp.