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 a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. After a long history of fighting, Varis and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: White pearl (120 gp). Jade (120 gp). Azurite (4 gp). Jet (120 gp). Emerald (1500 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Jasper (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'3" western man, he wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Berrian hails from a village terrorized by orcs. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. 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.

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 180 pp. Chrysoprase (40 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. The war was a terrible time for him, and Aramil does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Secretive, Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 200 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 typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull brown iron scale mail. He wears his red hair up. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and to protect his home

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Guardian, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Sardonyx (50 gp). Coral (130 gp). Coral (130 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Azurite (9 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Amber (130 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. 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 raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Roofer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, In love. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Tourmaline (70 gp). Zircon (50 gp).