Description: He wears pastel leather gloves, a pastel jacket, and tight pants, and carries scimitars. His silver crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Rivaan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family As a very small child his family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. His mother, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect him and cast a teleportation spell that whisked him away. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and to protect his home

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Guardian, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1000 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp). A small bag of saffron. (30 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a blue coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a broad hat upon his head. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Tarak is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a grey coat. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Gimble was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His first spouse was a Marshal, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a black costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born to a Guard, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Kilvar was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kilvar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Poor, Military. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 6000 sp. Violet garnet (1500 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Tourmaline (90 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp).