Description: He usually wears his red robe and has his crossbow always slung over his shoulder. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Fivin hails from a village terrorized by giants. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Fivin was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Joker, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1000 gp. Onyx (60 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Sard (60 gp). 2 Antitoxin.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Chalcedony (80 gp). Golden pearl (100 gp).

Description: This man wears a brown tunic with black highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has moderate length brown fur. His copper eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Scribe but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. 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: To protect his home; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 900 gp. Golden pearl (50 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sickle with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Elf in existence. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Adelard took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.