Description: He is wearing a long, white, dusty cloak. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 29. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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 in a white middle class family as the only child. Erevan was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Miner. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Addict, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is dressed in a clean red cloak covering his clean studded leather. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 west. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature ceremonial dagger.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Marshal responsibilities is difficult; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Guardian, Family, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. He wears his silver hair up. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He worked as a nervous Body Guard and found it very stressful. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Religious, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: 3'6" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Orryn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 gp.