Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a simple violet robe with yellow stripes complete with hood. He has shaved his head bald. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. After coming to the age of reason, Broce took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He wears his green crest up. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Marshal business.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Bowyer again.

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1000 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. His blonde hair is lengthy. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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, Beiro is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Beiro's homeland. Beiro decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a green costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. His hair is golden and very short. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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: He was born at the edge of vast forest. 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is dark but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull green iron scale mail. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He got into the Architect business at a young age. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Slave. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 120 gp. Amber (80 gp).