Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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 brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1000 pp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears bulky grey painted plate armor. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He found a children's book about a Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. 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: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 3000 gp. Violet garnet (1300 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Jet (110 gp). Freshwater pearl (6 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Violet garnet (1300 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Raer is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Silver ewer (80 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (70 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longsword, but if one is not available he will default to his falchion and is in decent physical shape. His hair is black and curly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Doctor born in the past three hundred years. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gifted student he started as a Map Maker, but he got bored and became a Doctor. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Doctor for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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. Erdan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Tanglefoot bags. 3 Holy water.