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. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. His fierce black eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Abad reached his early adolescence his Tiefling 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 has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. He has wavy brown hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A freak accident while working with his Guard father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Insane, Impulsive, Mundane, Disease. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears tan painted combat armor at almost all times. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 40. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Eiravel 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature rapier.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1 Crowbar. 1 Good lock.

Description: She wears a tight fitting pastel shirt and pants, and carries axes. Her red fur is smooth and relatively long. Her green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is a very philanthropic person; she spends her free time working at various soup kitchens. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Her parents enrolled her in a Ranger school at a young age so that she could practice her martial talents. She was granted martial powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 600 gp.