Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has wavy black hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Rolen grew up listening to his father's many stories. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Sard (80 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he dresses well, wearing green shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has styled his silver crest well, parting it to the right. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tarhun does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He became a Locksmith soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1600 gp. Eye agate (13 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Amber (60 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Jasper (30 gp). Jade (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. His brown hair is lengthy. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Server profession.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has no hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thamior grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 gp.