Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'3". He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and his gloved hand is found clutching a dagger. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. The war was a terrible time for him, and Miles does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Humans in Miles's homeland. Miles decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Guardian. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has moderate length red hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Cory was born the youngest of three triplets. One day when Cory was young, his father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his father dropped to the ground dead. His father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Cory was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats, and carries clubs. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Clerebold has worked very hard to control his curse. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Fearful, Insomniac. Bonds: Mentor, Family. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 3 Alchemist’s fire. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: A 5'11" eastern man, he wears baggy black pantaloons and a brown scarf. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He hates illithids. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: The child of a Laborer, who enjoyed hunting, Lance was taken on many hunting expeditions. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He struck the Marshal job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Job, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a sai on his belt. His hair is cut close to his head. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Frederick was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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 orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Frederick 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; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2100 sp. 1 Half-Plate.