Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the east. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 39000 sp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (150 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished warhammer as well. His hair is short and silver. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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, Rolf is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Humans in Rolf's homeland. Rolf decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. 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 he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2300 sp.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He is portly but not overly obese. His tied-back hair is golden. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Laborer for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Hourglass. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his brown hair up. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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, Wymar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Wymar grew up listening to his father's many stories. Wymar abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. After a long history of fighting, Wymar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 gp. Alexandrite (300 gp). Eye agate (15 gp). 1 Antitoxin. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Smokesticks.

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. He has no hair. This violet eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 200 gp.