Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull black iron scale mail. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Marshal business.

History: Lucan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has achieved small success as a Marshal.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp. Amethyst (80 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp). Amber (80 gp). Brown-green garnet (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). White opal (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a green shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and black pants. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Shipwright. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is content; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Deep green spinel (160 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). White opal (1600 gp). Emerald (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. He carries with him a set of hammers, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His black hair is singed and shortened. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.