Description: He wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed violet hat.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. Erevan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He became a Hunter soon after.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and balancing his hectic life and new hunter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears dull blue sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sword, just in case, and is pretty ugly. His scarlet crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His first spouse was a Miller, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Trynnicus fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 9000 sp. Citrine (50 gp).

Description: He wears grey trousers with tan and green striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His childhood dream was to be a Junk Dealer, but he was a colossal failure. After a long history of fighting, Bûth and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 50 gp. 4 Acid flasks.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern 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. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 6000 sp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp).