Description: He stands about 6'3" and prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, In love, Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears dull tan sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed mace, just in case. He has white hair. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Drogo embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Drogo was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Drogo decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. After a long history of fighting, Drogo and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 400 gp. Jet (120 gp). Amethyst (120 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. His red hair is singed and shortened. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. After coming to the age of reason, William took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'7". He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright green and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sickle. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Justin took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a black scarf. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He wears his chestnut hair down. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He got into the Performer business at a young age. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Randal was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Performer for the past few years.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Military, Religious. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.