Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, brown shirt, and green tie. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his red hair down. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

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. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Sculptor.

Motivation: To be a Miller again.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious, Military, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Ar-Pratu lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 3000 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp).

Description: This man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his left hand. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His eyes are silver and catlike.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Good lock.

Description: He wears a red armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Crampernap speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Crampernap was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Bounty Hunter. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and revenge

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.