Description: He stands about 5'8" and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his brown hair up. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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, Wymar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He carries a battered scimitar and tarnished pickaxe as well. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born in the south. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Breastplate. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Fletcher business.

History: Balimaar hails from a village terrorized by giants. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a kukri on his belt. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Don was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 10000 sp. Lapis lazuli (6 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Amber (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born in the south. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 300 gp.