Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 700 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He usually wears his grey robe and has his falchion always slung over his shoulder. He carries with him a set of falchions, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His copper crest is singed and shortened. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born to a Cartwright, his father struggled to pay the bills. Through the years after Donaar was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Donaar's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 170 gp. 7 Acid flasks.

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 is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His red crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: This man loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Fax reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Server and was forced into it by his family; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.