Description: He wears a brown coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Guardian, Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 380 pp. Blue diamond (3000 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Amber (150 gp). Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the right. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 6000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and a wedding ring on his left hand. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are white.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. A true patriot, Purson would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Purson 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. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Purson never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Military, Poor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, and he perpetually has his nunchaku ready. His hair is long and golden with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pirithin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 900 gp.