Description: Runty and weak-looking, he sports pastel clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is brown and curly. He has blue eyes and a pastel hat with a black feather.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born to a Laborer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Passionate, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears bulky green painted plate armor. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Bather. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. One day when Roger was young, his father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his father dropped to the ground dead. His father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Roger was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bather for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bather responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Family, Religious. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 200 gp. Deep green spinel (110 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Iolite (60 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man wears baggy green pantaloons and a black scarf. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized sapphire on his left hand. His hair is brown and curly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He got into the Armorer business at a young age. When Roland reached his early adolescence his Human mother 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 now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he is wearing a long, white, dusty cloak. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Barkeep work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barkeep work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has worked as a Barkeep like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Rich, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Clerebold wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Bard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his painting with anyone who is interested.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Clerebold grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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 north. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.