Description: She is in excellent shape and very much looks the part of a Navigator. Her moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her hazel eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed black hat.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was born in a small mountains village. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Navigator. She has worked as a Navigator like her mother before her.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to be a bather again

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat, and he perpetually has his greatsword ready. His white crest is still thick. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fax fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'4". He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hand crossbow. His crest is cut close to his head. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born into a rich family. In his youth he was a Fisher, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Fearful, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He is renowned for his bright green suits and hats. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep white.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

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. 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. Marbas took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Guardian, Military, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 6000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (2000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (60 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (60 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp).