Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a white collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only 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 brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kilvar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 500 sp. Sard (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: Standing 3'5", this man is typically in his Crown-heir uniform. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Crown-heir for hire.

Motivation: To be a Blacksmith again.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Terse. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Spyglass.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 400 gp. Amber (150 gp). Sard (30 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item.