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. He has shaved his head bald. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He is physically well-built. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Brewer for hire.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 sp.

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. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tod is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a trident on his belt. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Sardonyx (40 gp). Carnelian (40 gp).