Description: He wears a pastel tunic with grey highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'11" when asserting himself. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Rolen was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. After coming to the age of reason, Rolen took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He saw the violence of war and the aftermath so he converted to religion and dedicated himself to non-violence.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 30000 cp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (700 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his halberd with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. 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 has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Nature, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Malachite (13 gp).

Description: He dresses well, wearing violet shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his flail, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the north. After coming to the age of reason, Galinndan took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.