Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Scribe, and he perpetually has his glaive ready. His hair is silver and curly. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. The war was a terrible time for him, and Kyle does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Kyle took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. 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. Kyle fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, tan shirt, and green tie. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born into a rich family. Adelard was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Sellsword. 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: He is content.

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Performer does. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shortbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Marshal profession.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 tends to his Performer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Performer responsibilities is difficult; and to be a marshal again

Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is physically well-built. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His ears are large.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Gardener arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 Gardener. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Good lock. 1 Superior lock.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his shortbow. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Charles was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Courier. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.