Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 4000 gp.

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 white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born to a Guard, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jasper (40 gp). Zircon (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane, Addict. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 pp. Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). White pearl (110 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.