Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Roofer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Roofer and was forced into it by his family; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 15000 sp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'2" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears suspenders and red workpants. Her shirt is grey, and she wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. Her brown hair is thinning but still full. She has amber eyes and a red hat with a grey feather.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Interpreter. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: She was born in a small plains village. Her mother disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her mother, she was betrayed dozens of times. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Mortician they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Interpreter, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family, Guardian. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Smoky quartz (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (5 gp).

Description: The light-skinned woman stands 4'7" and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her hair is short and auburn. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Rosamund is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. She found a children's book about a Half-Elf Warrior who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Impeccable. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He carries with him a set of shields on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mercenary born in the past three hundred years. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. After coming to the age of reason, Ar-Kaius took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He became a Mercenary soon after.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a weaver again

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 50000 cp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). Old masterpiece painting (800 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.