Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

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. Trym is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and doesn't want to be a scribe and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Family, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: 5'6" and muscular, this western man wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 93. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Glassblower hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Full Plate.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'5" when asserting himself. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Merchant. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He got into the Merchant business at a young age. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 gp.