Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Good lock. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Hourglass.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and blue, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. Wymar is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Wymar lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Marshal and was forced into it by his family; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family, In love. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 200 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. He carries with him a set of scythes, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Alex 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 made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Drogo was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Barkeep. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Has a crush. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 17000 cp.

Description: He wears a simple brown robe with tan stripes complete with hood. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is cut close to his head. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. 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: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork manacles.