Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. He wears his blonde hair down. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He worked as a nervous Brewer and found it very stressful. He became a Brewer soon after.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a mace, but if one is not available she will default to her axe. Her fur, while still mostly beige, has prominent grey streaks. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. After a long history of fighting, Spring and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she has decided she is irredeemable

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This woman wears a tight fitting green shirt and pants, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her red hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She was born at the edge of vast island. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Shax took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor she uses now. She bought a scythe and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Secretive, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 200 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Fivin was born on a far western plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Dilettante. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 35. 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 refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. During his travels, Theriatis and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Theriatis discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Theriatis fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 100 sp.