Description: 6'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He wears a colorful flower in his brass crest. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. 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: 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. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a grey tunic with tan highlights, and long pastel pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Rimmon hails from a village terrorized by giants. Rimmon 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. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. A friendly and beautiful Half-Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born to a Tanner, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When Himo reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf 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 guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 800 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (800 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (800 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 very much looks the part of a Fortune-teller. He wears his white hair up. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Through the years after Nuraval was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Nuraval's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has achieved small success as a Fortune-teller.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Antagonistic, Lazy. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he usually wears his grey robe and has his longsword always slung over his shoulder. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 600 sp.