Name: Cowl
Age: 28
Appearance: Cowl is a handsome man with short brown hair. He has a short, well kept beard and green eyes. He stands at 6'2" and has a lean, muscular build.
Personality: Cowl is a compassionate man who tries to do his best for his people and for people he never met. Anyone you spoke with would say that he is a fair prince and a good friend. He's not one to anger quickly, but he has a dark side for killing. He always takes the responsibility of beheading criminals. This has caused him to lose some feeling when he kills.

Name: Sifa Ihinze
Age: 19
Appearance: Dark skinned and blonde, Sifa stands out like a sore thumb wherever she may go. Once one sees past her foreign appearance, however, Sifa looks no different than any other poor traveler, with simple yet old linens and a scraggly, thin frame. While she does own a comfortable pair of boots, it isn't unusual for Sifa to forgo them as she hikes along the many roads of Payle.
Personality: Sifa is rather mischievous when she interacts with others. She likes goofing off and hearing a good joke, which often earns Sifa the ire of those that see her as "childish". Even more so, Sifa is one to eat up gossip like a starving man scrounging for burnt hardtack, and if there are rumors abound, she has likely heard the word on the street or already passed it along to the next person.

Name: Norton Stahlder

Appearance: A fairly short man with sharp features, Norton´s appearance is clean and blunt in accordance with his title of squire. His expressive amber eyes betray his intentions during conversations, and are framed by pinewood colored hair and light scarring. His general appearance is youthful yet reveals a man with experience and a strong fighting spirit. He is in his early twenties and has an athletic, lean body.

Personality: Norton is fiercely devoted the goddess of order Lumen, and fights for her honor under the command of veteran knights. Satisfied with his initial victories in battle under their guidance, they have now cast him out into the world in the hopes of further molding him into the ideal warrior. Because of the heavy amount of pressure on him he possesses an insecurity of his combat skills and an eagerness to prove himself. Norton believes that Lumen is always watching, so he attempts to always take the high road. He gets angered very easily though, and is quite the worrywart. The results are... interesting.

Name: Hark Laurie

Appearance: Hark has a muscular lean figure and stands at 5’ 11”. He has long brown messy hair that he rarely puts any effort into. Hark has a relatively handsome face and deep hazel eyes. He wears a lightweight leather vest underneath his usual lightweight fitting clothes so his movement and agility isn’t affected much. While Hark is on an assignment he wears a bandolier of throwing knives and has a short sword.

Bio: Born and raised in Anvil Hark lived a relatively normal life until he was 20 and got involved in his fathers trade of hunting for relics and artifacts for mages who were too lazy to do the dirty work themselves. He usually tries to avoid jobs that requisite him to steal from others but sometimes the price is just too good to refuse. While Hark is is capable of finishing a scrap he’s no knight and prefers ranged weapons such as throwing knives. Hark much prefers stealth over fighting through to finish the job.

Name: Tristan Compton

Appearance: Tristan stands a head above most and has a lean body built up from years of fieldwork. His has a square jaw and handsome features marred by a crooked nose. His unique grey eyes glint when he gets excited, showing his true feelings on a subject. His chestnut hair is almost always tousled, staying in a constant state of disorganisation. Due to his towering stature, he always seems to have a presence even when in a room full of people. He wears a suit of armor in battle. It was stolen from a corrupt knight, embellished with paint that was once bright and vibrant, but is now faded. It is scuffed and dented after a prolonged period without repair. Normally, he wears a plain tunic with some light leathers above, as well as some light brown trousers.

Personality: Tristan is not a traditional knight, and not just because he had no training. When in a dangerous or tense situation in which he feels as if he cannot triumph, he often chooses to save himself. However, most of the time Tristan has good intentions. He won't go out of his way to save the damsel in distress, but he'll certainly think about it! Despite his lack of heroism, Tristan tends to be very friendly. He also goes out of his way to bring people together as opposed to separating them. He tries not to get involved in arguments, but if he feels for certain one group is in the wrong he may have to chip in.

Bio: Before recent events, Tristan had been a mere farmer, working with his parents to put food on the table. However, one day a certain knight came to town. At night, drunk as a skunk, he knocked on their door, demanding they offer such an honorable man a bed. Unfortunately this meant Tristan was kicked out of his room. The knight turned out to be so drunk, he fell into a deep sleep upon making contact with the bed. Tristan only thought it was fair that he took the knight's horse and equipment. It was his own fault, really. Tristan quickly gathered his newfound belongings and rode off into the night.

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Equipment:He has multiple blades on him at all times, swords, daggers, even a collapsible scythe. He knows a great deal of alchemy, collects herbs and plants to make potions and poisons, and has a small travel brewery in his pack so he can brew up various things on the go, whether it's alchemy, or beer and wines. He wears a brown leather coat, and is a professional smuggler.
Personality: Violent, good with any kind of blade, whether it be a sword, dagger, sickle, or scythe just to name a few. He loves provoking people, and thinks that fights and near death experiences are the most exhilarating thing in the world, and he loves a good entrance and exit.

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Age: 32

Height: 8'1"

Weight: 406 lbs

About: Bothric was born a Werebear. His Mother was killed by hunters shortly after his birth, as they saw her in bear form and saw nothing but a monster. Eager to convince the people of Payle he and his kind are not at all monsters, Borthric now spends most his time affiliating himself with common folk such as Dwarves, which he simply adores, among elves, humans, and half-elves. He spends quite a bit of time traveling through towns and staying in various taverns to try practically every drink the world has to offer. Despite what others might think alcohol would do to a Werebear, Borthric becomes more humane the more he drinks, as the alcohol disperses his anger. Although he's not ashamed of his bestial aspects, Borthric strives to fit in, yet stand out in a crowd as he stands on the border of nature and society.

Personality: Borthric always stays calm, but shows no weakness, emotional or otherwise, as to not provoke violence. He in fact discourages violence, and would do anything to avoid harm coming to those around him. He is always laughable and cheery, and loves a good challenge as long as it doesn't involve violence. Dwarves across Payle know him as "The Beer Bear" .

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(Has spiked up hair, wears Dragonscale armor shoulder plates with a small brown traveler's cloak and shirt and cleric armored leggings. Has an owl companiton and a lightning bolt shaped sword far to large and long for a Halfling.)

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Name: Orchid Nurga Vorinclex
Race: Orc
Appearance: A brutish looking person, fitting for someone of orc blood. Were it not for her deceptively feminine voice and green skintone you could mistake her as a muscular but not quite hulkish human. She wears her barbaric long hair in a tight braid, and generally goes about her business in armor which she had taken from various warriors and knights of various repute. Her general attire tends to lean towards simple furs and hide clothing, typically ones she makes herself. Her body is adorn with scars and each with a tale of it's own, but her most notable feature is the complex tattoo on her back which details the history of her clan and her own aspirations towards conquest.

Abilities: Strong and tough as most orcs tend to be, though she focuses her astonishing strength in archery; her personal black blow is sturdy enough to double as a deadly club that could dent even plate armor, and her arrows are more akin to iron-shod spears that could break stone. Don't mistake her interest in archery as a weakness in melee combat; she knows how to use her own hands and teeth to tear man and beasts apart, and is wickedly precise with her knife. She's also a skilled craftsman as is tradition for women of her clan, with knowledge on how to skin and butcher beasts, turning their flesh and bones into food, weapons, and clothing, as well as fletching for her bow and arrows. She has keen senses to spot prey and find hidden assailants, and generally uses these skills as a hunter. Lastly she is a skilled rider and personally tamed a vargr, a large wolf-like monster with bad tempers but deadly combatants. She mostly taught it to behave itself in civilized areas so it doesn't eat other people or animals, but still dangerous enough to fend off knights.

Backstory: An outspoken girl from Clan Vorinclex, after her half-brother instigated a rebellion that caused her clan to be banished from the tribe she choose to leave behind the family politics to become an adventurer, seeking battles to gain honor and hopefully companionship. While it's not unusual for orcish women to be skilled huntresses, she's considered a delinquent because of her general attitude and dislike for the current culture and intentionally goes out of her way to disrupt the status quo as it suits her. A woman with low morals and abides only to whatever is convenient to herself, had she the mind for it she would sooner crush the world in an iron grip than to let anyone infringe on her freedom and indulgences.