Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a brown Stetson hat and brown clothes. He keeps his white crest in a flapper bob. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He got into the Apothecary business at a young age. 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. Mehen took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Apothecary for the past few years.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears brown trousers with grey and green striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Barber arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and elven compassion

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His rusty crest is smooth and relatively long. 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 is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dragonborn companion (his 'brother'). He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Passionate, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: Standing 6'6", this man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. 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: Thamuz was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamuz 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, Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 800 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (50 gp).

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His hair is golden and curly. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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 Mayor. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Mayor and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and expand his business

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.