Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of drow 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: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. 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: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. 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 open a new tavern; and expand his business

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Azurite (14 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Emerald (1100 gp). Rich purple corundum (1100 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Fire opal (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull blue iron scale mail. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Lucan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Lucan was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Passionate, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1000 gp.