Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His green crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. The war was a terrible time for him, and Rhogar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Rhogar was born with his father's beautiful face. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 4000 sp. Malachite (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He very much looks the part of a Bather. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Umpen grew up listening to his father's many stories. 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. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. A true patriot, Eiravel would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Eiravel was born the youngest of three triplets. His parents enrolled him in a Warlock school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dyer and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and grey, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He carries with him a set of longbows on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, giants burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the west, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying west to reunite his family. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Erdan was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Just what you see.