Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Trym wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Monk, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Stylist but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined, Pacifist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears blue trousers with black and pastel striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, and he perpetually has his lance ready. He wears his white hair down. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Thradal was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Aquamarine (700 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Blue-white diamond (3000 gp). Obsidian (6 gp).

Description: A 5'0" northern man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Baker arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When Rolen reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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. 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: He is greedy; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Glassblower. His crest, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 80000 cp.