Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has wavy white hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Damien's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Beggar

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

Possessions: Rose (80 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: Standing 4'2", this man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Guard business.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dwarven conditions. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 600 sp. Jet (50 gp).

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has green eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 99. 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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 150 pp. Hematite (12 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is long and brown with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Half-Elves in Diggory's homeland. Diggory decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A 5'3" northern man, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His black hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Thamior abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Bounty Hunter. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 20 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (160 gp).