Description: He wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. The war was a terrible time for him, and Rolen does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When Rolen reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

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

Flaws: Disease, Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A 3'6" eastern man, he wears a red cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born in a small desert village. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He carries a battered scythe and tarnished pickaxe as well. He has wavy black crest. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. A true patriot, Hirrathak would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hirrathak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Military, In love. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1 Superior lock.

Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a brown scarf. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Gifted from a young age, Holg studied abroad. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Holg took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Gifted, Justice, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 21000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.