Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Lewis never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Military, In love. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 400 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (800 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (30 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (800 gp).

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. When Percival reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 2300 sp.

Description: An older man who wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a scimitar on his belt, he is not a threatening figure. His brown hair is long and unkept. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: Dustin wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dustin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: He tends to wear a tan poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He is physically well-built. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Apothecary born in the past three hundred years. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Balimaar was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 500 gp. Tourmaline (90 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he prefers to wear white pants and tee shirts. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is baby faced.

Personality: William is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 Servant. He's also a talented Ruler, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to be a ruler again

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.