Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He is dressed in a clean grey cloak covering his clean studded leather. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His tied-back hair is blonde. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Guard born in the past three hundred years. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Guard for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Nadarr was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. 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 is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 350 gp. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a brown scarf. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Paggen will drive conversation. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He carries with him a set of clubs on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His fur is cut close to his head. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Racist, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'7". She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with violet lining and desert motifs, and her gloved hand is found clutching a shortbow. She sports golden long hair. Her fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The war was a terrible time for her, and Isabella does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Born in the north to a Engraver, Isabella learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Job, Rich. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp. Black pearl (600 gp). Chrysoberyl (150 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). 4 Holy water. 1 Thunderstones.