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 prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His blue hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His ears are large.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp).

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 hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Vilberg's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp).

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Gnome in existence. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. When Delebean reached his early adolescence his Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who very much looks the part of a Farmer. His auburn hair is long and unkept. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His childhood dream was to be a Dilettante, but he was a colossal failure. He has achieved small success as a Farmer.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This late middle aged man is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Stylist and is in decent physical shape. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Morkral took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.