Description: He has a missing right arm. He very much looks the part of a Bather. His crest, while still mostly blue, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. 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: Donaar was born with his father's beautiful face. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Bather work with an outfit from a few towns over. Bather work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 9 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and balancing his hectic life and new bather responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Opinionated, Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: He prefers to wear blue clothing when he does not wear armor, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'1" when asserting himself. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When Adam reached his early adolescence his Human 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This man has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his violet robe, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His yellow fur, when down, is lengthy. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: Skirt wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Warrior, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When Skirt reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi 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 built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears professional attire. He wears his blue crest up. This red eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. 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. Gorbundus fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.