Description: 6'3" and muscular, this western man usually wears his black robe and has his shortspear always slung over his shoulder. His crest is short and scarlet. His ears are large.

Personality: Nithther wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Paladin, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Iolite (30 gp).

Description: He very much looks the part of a Servant. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. His green eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson white hat.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Guard profession.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He worked as a nervous Servant and found it very stressful. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Servant.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This western man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His clothes are grease stained in places. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born in the west. Morkral was born on a far western plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Weaver. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's in love

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy, Disease, Antagonistic. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.