Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear flannel. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Thervan lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Thervan grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Thervan. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He prefers to wear flannel. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has moderate length auburn hair. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. 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, Theriatis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Herbalist business at a young age. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has taken up work as a Herbalist and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Impulsive, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1700 gp. Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (160 gp).

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He carries a battered longsword and tarnished shortbow as well. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Suhnae fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His silver hair is cut short. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Himo grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature monstrous two handed axe.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he desires power and/or immortality

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

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. He has hazel eyes and a tan hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He got into the Crown-heir business at a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Ivellios took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Crown-heir.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Family, Job, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 gp.