Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a long, blue cloak. His hair is brown and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and balancing his hectic life and new marshal responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Carpenter arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. After months of barely getting by, Alex managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He dresses like a well dressed Shipwright does, marred by sweets. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. A true patriot, Kyle would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the north. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To be a Crown-heir again.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 11000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a worn and beaten armor and is in decent physical shape. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Layabout. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Drogo grew up listening to his mother's many stories. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He's also a talented Hunter, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Job, Military, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 200 gp. Violet garnet (700 gp). Blue quartz (11 gp). 1 Average lock. 1 Backpack. 1 Superior lock.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his halberd. He is an epitome of beauty. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. He is baby faced.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp.