Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a flail on his belt. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He sports a flattop hair cut. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Don is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Don took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. 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. Don 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 has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he typically wears red cloth garments or leather armor. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He got into the Marshal business at a young age. 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

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

Flaws: Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (100 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear white pants and tee shirts. He carries with him a set of tridents, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: The child of a Healer, who enjoyed hunting, Heward was taken on many hunting expeditions. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He bought a trident and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 200 gp. 4 Thunderstones.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a blue costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dean does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 6000 sp. Coral (80 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Rose (30 gp).

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 400 gp.