Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and he perpetually has his falchion ready. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

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. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Alex was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Alex decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Mortician kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and revenge

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy brown stubble. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull brown iron scale mail. He has a hunchback. His brown hair is cut short. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: Heward speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

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. 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 Unemployed. He's also a talented Sellsword, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 40000 cp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (60 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 6'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat. His silver hair is still thick. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Anthony was raised in a hard working conservative environment. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He became a Guard soon after.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it; and balancing his hectic life and new guard responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Job, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'0". He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered green stockings, and his gloved hand is found clutching a lance. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. The war was a terrible time for him, and Randal does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Randal was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Pacifist, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 19000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.