Description: This late middle aged man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane and is in decent physical shape. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Thervan took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He bought a club and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 50 pp. Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Rose (80 gp). Azurite (5 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He usually wears his grey robe and has his flail always slung over his shoulder. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the left. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson grey hat.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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. 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 he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. He wears professional attire. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Adran was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Adran abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in the north to a Blacksmith, Aramil learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He became a Blacksmith soon after.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and expand his business

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is red, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Scribe born in the past three hundred years. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the north. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 900 gp.