Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He carries with him a set of scimitars on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolf fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a green vest and prefers white and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His black hair is thinning but still full. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insomniac. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is dressed in a clean grey cloak covering his clean studded leather. He wears his brown hair down. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He worked as a nervous Fisher and found it very stressful. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 3000 cp. Violet garnet (200 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Galinndan lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He found a children's book about a Half-Elf Commoner who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 700 gp.