Description: He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts, and he perpetually has his sword ready. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. This violet eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Rolen was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp. Alexandrite (900 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Citrine (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Thervan took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He carries with him a set of axes on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He wears a colorful flower in his black hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mindartis 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 greedy

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Violet garnet (600 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Coral (80 gp). White opal (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a yellow shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and green pants. He has white hair. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

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. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. 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. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Caeldrim hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. A freak accident while working with his Ploughman father left him crippled. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.