Description: He wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. He carries with him a set of longswords, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. A friendly and beautiful Half-Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 sp. Smoky quartz (20 gp). White pearl (100 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears dull black sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed mace, just in case. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Grom's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Job, Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1200 gp. Blue star sapphire (500 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

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 wearing a long, black cloak. He keeps his long red crest kept up in a rat tail. His skin is flawless and his red eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the south to a Map Maker, Gorbundus learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

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

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield.

Description: He likes to wear blue tank tops with white pants. He carries a battered shield and tarnished sickle as well. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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 dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Qualen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.