Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Quarion took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bricklayer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Apothecary, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Military, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is black and very short. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Guardian. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He stands about 5'1" and wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Berrian grew up listening to his father's many stories. 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 gp. Eye agate (13 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Deep green spinel (90 gp). Pink pearl (90 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Cartwright. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Mindartis was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Mindartis's homeland. Mindartis decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He has achieved small success as a Cartwright.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Cartwright

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

Possessions: 1100 gp. Aquamarine (800 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). Black pearl (800 gp).

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 very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a grey coat. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Fletcher. The war was a terrible time for him, and Berrian does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. A gifted student he started as a Tailor, but he got bored and became a Fletcher. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 600 gp. Blue sapphire (400 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp). Blue sapphire (400 gp).