Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

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

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: An older man who is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze, he is not a threatening figure. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He takes great joy in being the best Navigator in town.

History: Gifted from a young age, Frederick studied abroad. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Navigator.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man prefers to wear flannel. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Through the years after Balimaar was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Balimaar's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. His hair is short and brown. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born in the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears a pastel vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his pastel boots flare out at the collars. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. 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 quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Dustin 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. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 gp. Deep green spinel (130 gp).