Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His rusty crest, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. In his youth he was a Brewer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 90 pp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (800 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1900 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and is dressed in earthy colors with a green and brown handkerchief worn on his right side. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Naal was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Soapmaker. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 400 gp. Deep blue spinel (600 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Nalral will drive conversation. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His silver crest is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are red.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Born in the south to a Priest, Kaladan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He moved out west to avoid the crime he committed. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born into a rich family. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 cp. Tourmaline (60 gp).