Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He likes to wear grey tank tops with tan pants. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Rolf is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Opinionated, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a Knight, his father struggled to pay the bills. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He saw the violence of war and the aftermath so he converted to religion and dedicated himself to non-violence.

Motivation: He wants revenge against illithids; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'8" and is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, tan shirt, and grey tie. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Beggar. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Beggar for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to be a mayor again

Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull tan sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed rapier, just in case. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his rapier, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His head has been shaved. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. 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.

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Just what you see.