Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His white hair is thinning but still full. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Drogo was born with his mother's beautiful face. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Healer’s kit. 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears bulky green painted plate armor. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When Simon 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. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. He carries with him a set of spears, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 70. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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, John is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, John was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. John fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 gp. Citrine (20 gp).

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Secretive, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his warhammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Marshal. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Frederick 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 one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature warhammer.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.