Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Peridot (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. He has wavy red hair. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He takes great joy in being the best Marshal in town.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Marshal for hire.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Addict, Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Guardian, In love. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 400 pp. Red garnet (120 gp). Golden pearl (120 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp).