Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Azurite (16 gp). Malachite (16 gp).

Description: He wears a green collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Guard who has hired him part-time. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he has a crush on the local cartwright

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Has a crush, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 35000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

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 wears a violet vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his violet boots flare out at the collars. He has shaved his head bald. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 13000 cp.

Description: An older man who is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, he is not a threatening figure. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his 20th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 2300 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears dull blue sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scythe, just in case. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He wears a colorful flower in his black hair. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Marshal but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

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. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Gerald grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Gerald. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.