Description: A man of a pale complexion, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Thervan was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He tends to his Banker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Rich, Job, Debt. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an entirely green suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He sports a flattop hair cut. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the east were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 140 gp. Moss agate (5 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His red fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

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. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. 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: His religion dominates his actions; and doesn't want to be a mortician and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a violet tunic with grey highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has auburn hair. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson violet hat.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. The war was a terrible time for him, and Corkitron does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Peridot (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a white collared shirt and pastel pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born into a rich family. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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. Dabbledob 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 has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 200 gp.