Some choose to follow the way of the blade, others find comfort in the arcane arts. But sometimes that choice is hard to make. Melding magic and weapon play is quite a feat, but if executed properly, it's wielder can become one of the fiercest forces on the battlefield. Channeling spells through their weapon of choice, Spellswords can dish out massive amounts of damage, while also supporting the people they fight beside, making sure they don't fall prey to the slings of battle.
A scoundrel never fights fair, using every dirty trick in the book to gain any advantage they can and leveraging those advantages as hard as they can. Hidden daggers, pocket sand, aiming below the belt, nothing is off limits. Not all scoundrels are bad folks, but not a single one of them has even an ounce of chivalry or honor. If they ever do find themselves in a fair fight you can bet they'll be hightailin' it.
Sometimes faith, alone, is not enough to defend against that which we don't fully understand. Crusaders know this, and took up arms and trained themselves to shield civilization against otherworldly foes formed or summoned from dark magic.
Their abilities center around the ideal that to help others one must be able to help themselves, and to strengthen the resolve to better themselves, they must have the goal to help and defend others. Over time through training and faith they become the worst nightmare to necromancers, fiends, and all others who fear the light.
The savage cares nothing about the consequences their deeds or the view any society has on them. Tormenting the living and desecrating the dead are pleasurable activities, not only the pass-time of doing it, but also the shear joy of seeing the horrified faces of those who happen onto their handy work. They have no respect for anyone, including family, who they would slaughter in an instant to make even the slightest of gains.
The Barbarian is truly comfortable with itself only when enraged. In all of their daily passions it is conflict they know best and hold dearest to their heart. Masters of martial artistry and slaughter, vicious masses of hired muscle, ever ready to taste battle once more. Knowing little of the rules of warfare, training for them, only delays the moment when their foe stands before them. Rising from all walks of life, these brutal warriors possess an unnatural endurance to any climate. Woe unto all who must face their rage.
This charming adventurer is world educated and culture-adept. He knows every story and every song. And I hear he is a fantastic dancer. He knows just the buttons to push in order to charm, infuriate, inspire, and even heal the weary soul. The bard will avoid a fight if he can, but, put into a corner or in support of his companions, he is a scrappy, unscrupulous spitfire with many a trick up his billowy sleeves.