Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a yellow armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

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. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Mindartis grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Mindartis. After a long history of fighting, Mindartis and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'5". He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his falchion. His brown hair is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. The war was a terrible time for him, and Riardon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is content; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Insane, Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 2000 gp. Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep yellow leather and dull violet iron scale mail. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sellsword arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has taken up work as a Animal Trainer and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who is wearing a long, yellow cloak, he is not a threatening figure. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. During his travels, Berrian and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Berrian discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Berrian fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 2000 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (100 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (100 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (6000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.