Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is an amazing painter.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Solomon reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature club.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: This eastern man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His clothes are grease stained in places. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Human culture. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mercenary born in the past three hundred years. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He tends to his Mercenary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2900 sp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a pastel coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he has a crush on the local tanner

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 46000 sp. Bloodstone (50 gp). Jet (50 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is dressed in a clean grey cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Clerebold hails from a village terrorized by orcs. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Clerebold alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp.