Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears professional attire. His crest is cut close to his head. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Salasar reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: He is wearing a long, green cloak. His blue crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born in a small forest village. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Courier

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 12. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Thradal was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat, and he perpetually has his pickaxe ready. His hair is blonde and curly. This brown eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Gifted from a young age, Raer studied abroad. One day when Raer was young, his mother was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his mother dropped to the ground dead. His mother had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Raer was heart-stricken from the event, and his father started working long hours to provde for them. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.