Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a white collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Architect born in the past three hundred years. A true patriot, Ahvain would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ahvain fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear grey tank tops with white pants. He carries with him a set of kukris, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He sports a flattop hair cut. His ears are large.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naeris 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 is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Disease. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 4000 gp. Sard (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his club. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with music. He constantly tries to fill his life with music. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Architect 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 a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 2100 gp. Peridot (50 gp). Obsidian (4 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp).

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Guard does. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in the north to a Guard, Arannis learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. 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. Arannis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a black coat with tan slacks, and he perpetually has his morningstar ready. His brown hair is braided into rings. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 3000 sp.