Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. The war was a terrible time for him, and Hubert does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Hubert was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. When Hubert reached his early adolescence his Human father 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

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

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, marred by teas. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, marred by sweets. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His ears are large.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A freak accident while working with his Miner father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greataxe, but if one is not available he will default to his bow. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. He became a Marshal soon after.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new marshal responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 3100 sp.