Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His auburn hair is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Foxilon wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Bard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Farmer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He wears his blonde hair down. His eyes are likewise gray.

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 takes great joy in being the best Guard in town.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Guard. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To be a Unemployed again.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 130 gp. Obsidian (12 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his blue robe. His red hair is still thick. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thervan will drive conversation. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Through the years after Thervan was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Thervan's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He bought a mace and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 1600 sp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (900 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 wears his brass crest up. His eyes are red and beady.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Vrondiss 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 wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1800 gp. Moonstone (70 gp). Banded agate (7 gp).

Description: This man wears silk and lounges about seductively. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Slave, Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.