Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a white costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Jocelyn 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. 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. Jocelyn 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 he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He carries with him a set of axes, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. 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: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Ghaliver reached his early adolescence his Halfling father 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 has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He wears just a white suit. His rusty crest is still thick. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: The child of a Ruler, who enjoyed hunting, Gorbundus was taken on many hunting expeditions. Gorbundus 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. 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: He wants to get laid; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 18000 cp. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His red crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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, Medrash is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Medrash reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn 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. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Spy they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Gardener, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 500 sp. Fire opal (600 gp). Golden pearl (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in the west. A freak accident while working with his Armorer mother left him crippled. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: In love, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 700 sp.