Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is chestnut and very short. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Ar-Beka was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1900 sp.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his lavender fur down. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Fighter who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Gnomes. Her skin is dark but she possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. She dresses like a well dressed Body Guard does. She has moderate length blonde hair. Her half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Body Guard arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Body Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Body Guard work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Body Guard responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Good lock. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a spear on his belt. He has shaved his head bald. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Mindartis's homeland. Mindartis decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Glassblower they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Marshal, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 120 gp. Brown-green garnet (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. 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, Theren is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Theren was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Theren took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 90 gp.