Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His silver hair is still thick. He has violet eyes and a pastel hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Uthemar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and balancing his hectic life and new marshal responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 pp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He dresses like a well dressed Crown-heir does. He wears his chestnut hair up. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Crown-heir for hire.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2000 gp. Black pearl (500 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a pastel costume with the symbols of the four houses of cards on his torso. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Ruler arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Through the years after Eiravel was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Eiravel's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Malachite (11 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp).