Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it, and is pretty ugly. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. This brown eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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, Thervan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Thervan has worked very hard to control his curse. 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. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp. Jeweled anklet (1000 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a crossbow on his belt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. His brown hair is lengthy. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Masseuse profession.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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 Scribe. He tends to his Scribe job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 900 gp. Obsidian (4 gp). Amber (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a tight fitting red shirt and pants. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Efferil has worked very hard to control his curse. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Server they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Body Guard, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To unite with his sister.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 200 gp. Deep blue spinel (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He is portly but not overly obese. His auburn hair is still thick. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Mason they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Unemployed, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich, Family. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 600 gp.