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. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. This black eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He takes great joy in being the best Soapmaker in town.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Soapmaker. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Valafar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. He has no hair. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Leucis hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He bought a glaive and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Artistic, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a green costume with the symbols of magic on his torso, and he perpetually has his lance ready. His hair is red and curly. His eyes are gold and beady.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 30 pp. Golden pearl (100 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he usually wears his grey robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has worked as a Barkeep like his mother before him.

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: Disciplined, Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a yellow armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 500 gp.