Description: He tends to wear a large black jacket. He carries with him a set of maces, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His face is scarred and worn.

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. 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, Fivin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. Through the years after Fivin was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Fivin's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin 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; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his golden hair up. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Naeris hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Naeris was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naeris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 400 pp. Onyx (70 gp). Blue star sapphire (1500 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Citrine (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 3'5", this man prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. His auburn hair is long and unkept. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Family, Religious, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 2'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 300 gp. Eye agate (9 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Pink pearl (50 gp).