Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, and he perpetually has his scimitar ready. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His green eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker blue hat.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Solomon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 gp. Azurite (16 gp). Peridot (50 gp). Peridot (50 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a white broad hat and white clothes. His hair is brown and curly. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born in the west to a Armorer, Wymar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 24000 sp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Buckler. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: He wears a violet coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is cut close to his head. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. He has achieved small success as a Fisher.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 300 gp. Golden pearl (130 gp). Sard (60 gp). Jet (130 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a black tunic with green highlights, and long pastel pants that bunch up around his shoes. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Anselm will drive conversation. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Anselm liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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 is greedy.

Ideals: Extrovert, Professionalism, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2900 sp. 1 Backpack.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His tied-back hair is brown. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Gilbert grew up listening to his father's many stories. 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 never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 100 gp. Azurite (10 gp).