Description: He has a missing left leg. He prefers to wear flannel. His hair is short and chestnut. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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. Erevan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. Being a Server kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. Moonstone (40 gp). Amethyst (130 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His crest is scarlet and very short. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Assassin born in the past three hundred years. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Assassin. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: An older man who wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, he is not a threatening figure. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: The child of a Architect, who enjoyed hunting, Trey was taken on many hunting expeditions. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Blacksmith hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing, and carries halberds. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the left. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Cynical. Bonds: Slave, Mentor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 500 gp.