Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His black hair is lengthy. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature ceremonial dagger.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and balancing his hectic life and new apothecary responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his mace, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. He wears his brown hair down. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Efferil was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Efferil never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 2300 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (60 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. He wears his auburn hair up. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). Brown-green garnet (160 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is long and golden with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small pastel clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Arannis hails from a village terrorized by orcs. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1800 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (90 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Thervan reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1700 gp.