Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Thervan 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. Thervan 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. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly clubs and spears. His blonde hair is braided into rings. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and 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

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is dressed in a clean pastel cloak covering his clean studded leather. He sports a long auburn beard, and similarly colored long hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Dreali was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 900 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged man usually wears his violet robe and has his ceremonial dagger always slung over his shoulder, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: In love, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 8000 sp. Aquamarine (800 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Galinndan was born the youngest of three triplets. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Cartwright hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Soapmaker they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Cartwright, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Family, Poor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep blue spinel (900 gp).