Description: This tall, slender man wears a white costume with the symbols of magic on his torso. His purple hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. The war was a terrible time for him, and Nicor does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Nicor 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 800 pp. Black star sapphire (1100 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Blue star sapphire (1100 gp). Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Jade (130 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Red spinel (130 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This eastern man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His clothes are grease stained in places. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born to a Tailor, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Kyle was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Marshal. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he's in love

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 110 pp.

Description: 5'8" and muscular, this southern man wears a brown feathered hat and brown clothes. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His white 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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Therai does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Therai took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is content

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp. A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (50 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (160 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (50 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is typically in his Marshal uniform. He sports a long auburn beard, and similarly colored long hair. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Marshal.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Chain shirt.