Description: This northern man wears a violet shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and tan pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. His dark red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His black eyes peer out from beneath his broad violet hat.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 600 gp.

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 typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep red leather and dull green iron scale mail. He has wavy cinnamon fur. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He is a Lycanthrope in disguise. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. He carries with him a set of scimitars on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His silver crest is heavily combed to the left. His red eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson brown hat.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. 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: Gifted from a young age, Heskan studied abroad. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Heskan grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Heskan. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Heskan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (900 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and black handkerchief worn on his left side. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson tan hat.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp).

Description: He stands about 6'4" and is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He keeps his bronze crest in a pixie cut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Trynnicus was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Trynnicus abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Stylist they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Server, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Just what you see.