Description: Standing 4'11", this man is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. He has no hair. His ears are large.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Rolen grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Rolen. Being a Spice Merchant kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious, Slave. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: 5'3" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He carries with him a set of lances, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. 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 to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Forgetful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: 6'2" and muscular, this eastern man wears a black shirt with thin white vertical stripes and red pants. He has styled his dark red hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are black.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

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. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Therai was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Guardian, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1300 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1000 gp. Malachite (13 gp).