Description: A 6'2" western man, he is typically in his Masseuse uniform. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Rolf speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. Now he works as a poetry tutor during his time off.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 800 sp. Chrysoberyl (40 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bather.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. His head has been shaved. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. 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 to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1300 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has moderate length blonde hair. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. A true patriot, Aelar would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Aelar was born with his father's beautiful face. When Aelar 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 was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Slave. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: Aerdeth hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.