Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He is dressed in earthy colors with a violet and red handkerchief worn on his right side. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

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 able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, marred by sweets. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sculptor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He stands about 5'1" and is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born to a Mortician, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This malnourished man wears silk and lounges about seductively. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Wymar lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Layabout they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Fletcher, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. 7 Acid flasks. 3 Tanglefoot bags. 2 Smokesticks.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with yellow slacks. He wears his white hair down. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Cory does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When Cory reached his early adolescence his Human father 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 bought a bow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 600 sp.