Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his club, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed grey hat.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born in the south to a Tailor, Rolf learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Rolf has worked very hard to control his curse. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). 4 Holy water. 1 Everburning torch. 3 Acid flasks. 3 Antitoxin.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears blue trousers with green and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Server who has hired him part-time. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He's in love.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'2". He sports green clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, and his gloved hand is found clutching a whip. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 11. 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. Dean is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Born in the north to a Bowyer, Dean learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Dean alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 400 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his youth he was a Stableman, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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: He feels threatened by others; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful, PTSD. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. He carries a battered nunchaku and tarnished flail as well. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He took after his mother in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his mother taught him to defend himself. When his mother died while fighting orcs, the young Roland began to lead the lost caravan. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Roland fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Painter

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 400 gp.