Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. Her silver hair is knotted and matted. Her brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She has a good heart but also a terrible temper. She will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

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. When Keyleth reached her early adolescence her Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, she put together a working one.

Motivation: To be a Mortician again; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Opinionated, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 gp. Rose (30 gp). Silver pearl (110 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp).

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries a battered sickle and tarnished bastard sword as well. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Fearful. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 2000 sp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull grey sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed trident, just in case. He carries with him a set of tridents on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Roland's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Layabout but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Roland 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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Roland took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He bought a trident and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Pacifist. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: She wears bulky green painted plate armor, and she perpetually has her warhammer ready. She has styled her black crest well, parting it to the right. Her red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Sora lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. She eventually got the idea of being the protector of her homeland from reading books, and has made it her duty.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Guardian, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 900 gp.