Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His hair is short and auburn. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Hugh was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Bowyer. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Hugh was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

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 silver hair is cut short. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lewis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Guardian, Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She has no hair. She has green eyes.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She was granted divine powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Server responsibilities is difficult; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Black star sapphire (1400 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, grey shirt, and violet tie. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He takes great joy in being the best Mercenary in town.

History: Simon was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mercenary responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.