Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. This brown eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor, Military, Attractive. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 220 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a simple violet robe with yellow stripes complete with hood. His golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 500 pp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'6". He wears a pastel shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sickle. He has styled his orange fur well, parting it to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: The child of a Stableman, who enjoyed hunting, Trail was taken on many hunting expeditions. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He bought a sickle and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 2100 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Masseuse business.

History: Born to a Barkeep, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Disciplined, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 340 gp. 1 Half-Plate.