Description: This man wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shield, but if one is not available he will default to his whip, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. A true patriot, Galinndan would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When Galinndan reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Military, Slave. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has golden hair. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Fivin was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Citrine (40 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Black opal (1400 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Iolite (40 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

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 hair is short and silver. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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 taken up work as a Weaver and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 50000 cp. Alexandrite (500 gp).

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He carries a battered shield and tarnished hammer as well. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Eiravel has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has a crush on the local fletcher

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 3000 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (30 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His ears are large.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Depressed. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 20000 cp.