Description: 4'11" and muscular, this southern man 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 hair is white and curly. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Body Guard. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 pp. Red-brown spinel (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and he perpetually has his scythe ready. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born in the north to a Tailor, Hadarai learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Hadarai took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He struck the Tailor job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Azurite (5 gp). White pearl (160 gp). Black pearl (700 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 brown hair is braided into rings. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. A true patriot, Aramil would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Military, Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 pp.