Description: This malnourished man likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His ears are large.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He wears black trousers with violet and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He is portly but not overly obese. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. This brown eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. 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: Gifted from a young age, Thamior studied abroad. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Marshal. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown fur is knotted and matted. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Kite lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. 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 feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Eye agate (10 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Rich purple corundum (1400 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fabien 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 is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Occupation: Detective

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 800 gp. Red-brown spinel (40 gp).

Description: He wears a simple grey robe with green stripes complete with hood. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 100 gp. Carnelian (40 gp). 1 Breastplate.