That's five, right? So you need one more to make six?
I'M IN!
Name: Keriki Narshanul
Age: 17
Race: Dwarven
Appearance: Short brown hair, held back with a ring-mail headband similar to her undrer-armor. Flattish nose, pleasant blue eyes. Nice smile. Wears a lace-up boots and a brownish tunic, tucked into slightly darker pants, and over that her mail and plate armor, forged herself. The armor is etched in blue, fading to red at the top and bottom. Breastplate, shoulder pads, kneepads, greaves, and bracers. Pack typically slung over her shoulder, but she shifts it to her back in battle. Currently wields a black ore warhammer with a diamond-encrusted handle, a gift from a friend who died in the fire.
Personality: Doesn't give up easily, and is willing to try just about everything. Very open, easygoing nature. Only tight in battle, and loosens up as soon as the enemies leave. Tends to get enthusiastic, but stays calm in tragedies. Excellent, violent fighter. Reckless, but intelligent.
History: Grew up in the forges of the dwarves' northernmost home, lived a prosperous youth. When she turned 16, a vicious fire went out of control and killed many of her friends, severely wounding her parents. However, at this point she had already gone out adventuring, so she doesn't know yet...
Her mother was always in charge, her father was always lame(as in, crippled).
Role: Good, on the side of the gods. Would never betray her allies for anything
(dibs on the warhammer!)