Description: This man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Attractive. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Jasper (30 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp). Silver pearl (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a brown vest and prefers violet and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has no hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

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. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Religious. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 800 pp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is dressed in earthy colors with a green and black handkerchief worn on his left side. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his feathered green hat.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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 money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Ploughman hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Fearful, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 pp.