Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a sword on his belt, marred by chocolates. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Priest who has hired him part-time. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. 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. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Masseuse. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 3000 gp. Aquamarine (500 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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: Eiravel was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable, Persistence. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 2000 gp. Malachite (14 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. The war was a terrible time for him, and Uthemar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is greedy

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1000 gp.