Description: This southern man has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his blue robe. His clothes are grease stained in places. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. The war was a terrible time for him, and Thamuz does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When Thamuz reached his early adolescence his Tiefling 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Silver pearl (130 gp). Jet (130 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). 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 just a green suit. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He takes great joy in being the best Sellsword in town.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sellsword responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He is an epitome of beauty. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Dreali has worked very hard to control his curse. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 3 Holy water. 4 Antitoxin. 1 Smokesticks. 2 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: He wears just a black suit. He carries a battered morningstar and tarnished kukri as well. His gold crest is still thick. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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. Zedaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He likes to wear pastel tank tops with tan pants. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Ar-Baruk lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Ar-Baruk took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Bonds: Nature, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 60 pp.