Description: He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. He carries with him a set of daggers on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Rolf is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolf 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 to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 3 Tanglefoot bags. 2 Antitoxin. 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a bow on his belt. He wears his black hair down. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Clerebold was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: With yellow face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His blonde hair is braided into rings. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. 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, Cory is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Cory was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Through the years after Cory was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Cory's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 20000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and usually wears his black robe and has his sai always slung over his shoulder. He has a very tight haircut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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, Lance is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

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 Human in existence. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

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

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Hissing voice

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