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 has wavy silver hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Purson is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Purson 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; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Coral (110 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. 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: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Vilberg was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Vilberg was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He bought a flail and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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: Opinionated, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 300 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp). Silver pearl (120 gp). Red spinel (120 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'4" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available he will default to his monstrous two handed axe. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Simon alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Simon was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 800 gp. White opal (600 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His black hair is singed and shortened. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Ar-Beka was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Body Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp. Amber (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.