Description: This man is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright pastel and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized sapphire on his left hand. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Gimble is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Gifted from a young age, Gimble studied abroad. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Gimble was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and usually wears his white robe and has his dagger always slung over his shoulder. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dreali does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When Dreali reached his early adolescence his Elf 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Slave. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Fibblestib was born the youngest of three triplets. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Masseuse they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Engraver, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and doesn't want to be a engraver and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Slave, Religious. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: He wears suspenders and pastel workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time, and he perpetually has his whip ready. His bronze crest is braided into rings. He has a dull look in his gold eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Salasar enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Salasar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 700 gp.