Description: He wears an entirely black suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and carries longbows. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length blue crest. He has a dull look in his gold eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in the south. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 240 gp. Eye agate (16 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are gold.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Warlock school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, she wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. Her chestnut hair is knotted and matted. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: She was born at the edge of vast plains. When Vistra reached her early adolescence her Dwarf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: She is a physically imposing light-skinned woman. She wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered yellow stockings. She has done her best to style her auburn hair to look like a famous performer. Her eyes are likewise amber. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Tailor but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Veloptima and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.