Description: He dresses like a well dressed Ploughman does, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'3" when asserting himself. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel 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: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Ploughman for the past few years.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Ploughman

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

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He dresses like a well dressed Marshal does. His black hair is thinning but still full. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He tends to his Marshal job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Marshal responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 400 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp).

Description: 6'0" and muscular, this northern man wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Simon was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Bard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Bard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 200 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a hunchback. He has no hair. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. The war was a terrible time for him, and Percival does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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 drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival 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.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: 5'10" and muscular, this northern man wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born to a Mercenary, his father struggled to pay the bills. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.