Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He carries with him a set of maces on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His blonde hair is cut short. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Animal Trainer.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 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 is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Weaver. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. A true patriot, Reynard would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born in the west to a Weaver, Reynard learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Weaver and found it very stressful. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants his loneliness to end

Flaws: Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Military, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a white shirt, with a yellow mid length shorts with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He carries with him a set of shortspears, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his red hair down. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortspear.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 38000 sp. Banded agate (12 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp). Amber (70 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His red hair is braided into rings. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His parents were killed by dire rats in a raid when he was still a young child. The dire rats captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.