Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her black hair is well kept. Her gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Armorer but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: When she was but 7 years old her parents immigrated from the south. A gifted student she started as a Marshal, but she got bored and became a Armorer. She has achieved small success as a Armorer.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 40 gp. Red garnet (50 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). Jet (50 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a white armored body suit, with a simple pastel line shooting up and back down. Her white hair is wavy and long. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. She always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. After a long history of fighting, Lidda and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is cut close to his head. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Forcas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Trym took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: A silver and pearl hairclip (100 gp).