Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is typically in his Assassin uniform. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in the west to a Assassin, Rolen learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Assassin and found it very stressful. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Assassin.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 4000 gp. Peridot (80 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'5" and dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is short and auburn. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. 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, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Scribe, his father struggled to pay the bills. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 200 pp. Red spinel (130 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Malachite (7 gp). Banded agate (7 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears a tan shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them and is in decent physical shape. He has brown hair. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born into a rich family. When Riardon reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bowyer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Brewer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Bonds: Family, Rich, Military. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 500 pp. Star rose quartz (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Hematite (11 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.