Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a grey shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and brown pants. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His mother 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. Thervan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Priest. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He wears his golden hair down. His ears are large.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (400 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This slender man stands about 3'2". He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Namfoodle grew up listening to his father's many stories. Namfoodle 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.