Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a greatsword on his belt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Peter fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To be a Doctor again.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He carries with him a set of sickles on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 Barkeep. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 14000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

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 has no hair. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. After a long history of fighting, Miles and his spouse have recently divorced.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He very much looks the part of a Scribe. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Through the years after Ernest was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Ernest's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Scribe for hire.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 6000 cp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Azurite (10 gp).

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in the south to a Guard, Balimaar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He's also a talented Roofer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a roofer again

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 40000 cp.