Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears long strands of topaz and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his broad black hat.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Roland took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Roland and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1900 sp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he usually wears his white robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder. His golden hair is long and unkept. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Joker, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, In love. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. 2 Antitoxin. 2 Smokesticks.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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 was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he wants revenge against gnolls

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a grey tunic with black highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is cut close to his head. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born into a rich family. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. The war was a terrible time for him, and Alex does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Alex reached his early adolescence his Human 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 100 gp.