Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His bronze crest is greasy and uncared for. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Nadarr reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn father 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 dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Military, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a violet coat over a yellow low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. His red crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His eyes are gold.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. Now he works as a music tutor during his time off.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 9000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. 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: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the north. 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. Silvo took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a yellow costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 45. 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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Percival 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 on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

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

Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Banded mail.