Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing pastel cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His gray fur is knotted and matted. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is greedy; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 600 gp. Blue quartz (14 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

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 wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Foxilon 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. Foxilon abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 4000 gp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (90 gp). Silver ewer (90 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). Jeweled gold crown (3000 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (90 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

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 red and curly. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson grey hat.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. Adrik was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Marshal. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. The war was a terrible time for him, and Vonbin does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. When Vonbin reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Black pearl (700 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp).