Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He has moderate length scarlet crest. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Kiirith hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a yellow shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and grey pants. His hair is silver and curly. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

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

Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his yellow robe. He wears his dark red hair up. He has a dull look in his white eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, In love. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 600 gp. Sardonyx (60 gp).

Description: He likes to wear yellow tank tops with green pants. He carries a battered axe and tarnished mace as well. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Trey was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When Trey reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf father 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Trey fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 200 sp.