Description: He is lean but muscular and does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair is long and white with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Masseuse business.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Roland liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. After a long history of fighting, Roland and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Deep green spinel (70 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp). Sard (70 gp). Azurite (11 gp). 2 Holy water.

Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He worked as a nervous Architect and found it very stressful. He tends to his Architect job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Depressed, Insomniac. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp. Sard (20 gp). Tourmaline (60 gp). Amethyst (60 gp). Hematite (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Therai was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tieflings in Therai's homeland. Therai decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Passionate, Persistence, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a brown coat over a pastel low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Whurbin was born with his father's beautiful face. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Whurbin took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 600 sp.