Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has no hair. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. After a long history of fighting, Aust and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Debt. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 pp. Jet (130 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: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. His hair is long and red with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. After coming to the age of reason, Raer took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Athletic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (140 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (30 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a black coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. His auburn hair is braided into rings. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Eiravel was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 200 pp. Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Fire opal (1500 gp). Blue-white diamond (6000 gp). Deep green spinel (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Freshwater pearl (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.