Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries with him a set of kukris, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Alvyn lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Mason they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Junk Dealer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 16000 cp.

Description: He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. He is portly but not overly obese. He has wavy chestnut hair. He has a tattooed face.

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. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Being a Server kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Justice, Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Iolite (60 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His hair is chestnut and curly. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bastard sword.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Guard responsibilities is difficult; and obtaining odd cultural half-elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Shy, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: He usually wears his tan robe and has his hand crossbow always slung over his shoulder. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is chestnut and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Norman grew up listening to his father's many stories. He found a children's book about a Human Barbarian who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Just what you see.