Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a brown tunic with black highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has brown eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. 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 to a pair of adventurers, Rolf grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 east. After a long history of fighting, Rolf and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he has a crush on the local map maker

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 500 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a black Stetson hat and black clothes. He sports a flattop hair cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Hubert lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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 then took over the family business and is one of the better Soapmaker for hire.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and balancing his hectic life and new soapmaker responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Job, Slave. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He carries with him a set of scimitars, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Everard was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Everard 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 feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Hematite (10 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Sard (60 gp). Hematite (10 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. William was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: An older man who is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, green shirt, and black tie, he is not a threatening figure. His white hair is long and unkept. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. A freak accident while working with his Bellfounder mother left him crippled. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 7000 cp.