Description: Standing 6'5", this man wears a white small hat and white clothes. His white hair is braided into rings. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He got into the Armorer business at a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Roland took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

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

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries with him a set of maces, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his black hair down. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants revenge against dire rats

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Opinionated. Flaws: Addict. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield. 1 Breastplate.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with brown slacks. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Nicholas was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears skinny pants and wears a white and brown robe with the hood down. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. 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 worked as a Painter like his mother before him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and expand his business

Ideals: Impeccable, Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Job, Religious. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He wears a mask on his face.

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. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. 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 has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 300 gp.