Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has blonde hair. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Roland's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His first spouse was a Banker, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Banker they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Architect, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a white tunic with black highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His parents enrolled him in a Warlock school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and many illithids want him driven away

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Geoffrey is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sculptor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sculptor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Sculptor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sculptor responsibilities is difficult; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 86. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane, Impulsive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 60 pp. Moss agate (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Dyer. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Drogo wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Expert, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Drogo was born with his father's beautiful face. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He has achieved small success as a Dyer.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 600 gp.