Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a pastel collared shirt and white pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His white hair is long and unkept. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

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. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Immeral was born on a far southern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Baker. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 15000 sp.

Description: He wears a simple green robe with grey stripes complete with hood. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his lance, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

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. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

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. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Aerdeth has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy, Disease. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 2000 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (110 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (30 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp).

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Unemployed profession.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Courier work with an outfit from a few towns over. Courier work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new courier responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious, Job, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 370 pp. Bloodstone (60 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Red garnet (110 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Rich purple corundum (1400 gp).