Though he could pass for a model, Roman was a composure of music and taught at one of the music schools down town. He was a very stoic man, cool and composed. Calculating. Always calculating. He saw battle fields like orchestras and new how to play the drums of war.
She came from the lands of the Ice and snow, could sing the tales of old. A beautiful ice beauty and strange mix of sidhe and Barbarian. She could be quiet and watchful, or loud and boisterous depending on the mood you caught her in. But one thing was for certain, the Skald could fight as beautifully as she looked, and was a testament to the men who went a viking thousands of years ago.
The Troll was huge, towering at, at least 12ft Tall and as wide as a brick house. He tended to travel with the Baron Desmond Durstan of the same house, and carried a Warhammer with a pike on the end of it.