Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a flail on his belt. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).

Description: He wears a brown vest and prefers blue and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He carries with him a set of greataxes, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Through the years after Roger was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Roger's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Guardian, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 370 gp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (30 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (30 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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, Erevan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Locksmith hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: He wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of sais on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. 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 misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 140 gp. 4 Thunderstones.