Description: 4'8" and muscular, this southern man is dressed in a clean grey cloak covering his clean studded leather. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Revenge; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Jet (100 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a brown shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His lavender fur is still thick. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. 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: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 800 gp. Gold music box (4000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (70 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a blue costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Roge was raised in a hard working conservative environment. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Roge alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 4'3". He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Dworic was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and doesn't want to be a crown-heir and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor, and carries clubs. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are green.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Wiggens fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.