Description: This late middle aged man wears a tan coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head and is in decent physical shape. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. At a young age his mother died while driving off some brigands. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in spear use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Family, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 2200 sp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears bulky white painted plate armor. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. His half smiles and white eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: Born to a Spice Merchant, his mother struggled to pay the bills. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tiefling conditions. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Morthos fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 30 pp. Aquamarine (400 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Jacinth (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a tan costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. He has done his best to style his red crest to look like a famous performer. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Gardener arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy silver stubble. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. He has a hunchback. His hair is silver and very short. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Nim was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. A freak accident while working with his Tanner father left him crippled. During his travels, Nim and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Nim discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Nim fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 60 gp.