Description: A 3'3" northern man, he tends to wear a large grey jacket. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the right. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Born in the north to a Marshal, Roge learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Roge liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has worked as a Marshal like his father before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 140 gp.

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 moderate length cinnamon fur. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tabaxi companion (his 'brother'). He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 6000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1800 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1800 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a blue armored body suit, with a simple yellow line shooting up and back down. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has a very tight haircut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Ploughman born in the past three hundred years. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Slave, Job, Attractive. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He sports a flattop hair cut. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Miller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

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

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 pp. Citrine (60 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His hair is brown and curly. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tûmhom does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Tûmhom was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When Tûmhom reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He's also a talented Mortician, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 60000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.