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 likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Through the years after Dimble was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Dimble's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Architect; and to settle down with his crush

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 sp. Brown-green garnet (160 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he usually wears his black robe and has his scimitar always slung over his shoulder. He has styled his white crest well, parting it to the right. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his painting with anyone who is interested.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mercenary and was forced into it by his family; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 30 gp. Sard (40 gp).

Description: She dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her mace, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. Her golden hair is thinning but still full. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Mortician but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Disciplined, Pacifist, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He wears red robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gildmak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 50 gp.