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 black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This northern man wears a tan shirt with thin green vertical stripes and tan pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has no hair. This blue eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Ar-Baruk was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Sellsword. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Sellsword for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new sellsword responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries with him a set of clubs on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His long cinnamon fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Trail lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. At a young age his mother died while driving off some dire rats. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in club use. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Carter they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Bowyer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 200 gp. Black pearl (1100 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Guard. His brown hair is long and unkept. He has white eyes.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and balancing his hectic life and new guard responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1500 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.