Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He is physically well-built. His rusty crest is lengthy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Tarhun took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears a fancy grey suit. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His white fur has been sun bleached extensively. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Junk Dealer for hire.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious, Job, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: He wears a brown costume with the symbols of magic on his torso, and carries shortspears. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: Immeral hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. 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: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Immeral 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 expand his business

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. His orange fur is thinning but still full. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Dagger wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Paladin, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Azurite (9 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Jet (130 gp). Pink pearl (130 gp). Citrine (30 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.