Description: 4'11" and muscular, this southern man wears skinny pants and wears a black and green robe with the hood down. His hair is silver and curly. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Erevan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Alexandrite (300 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears long strands of jet and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His auburn hair is still thick. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. The war was a terrible time for him, and Naill does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Roofer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Naill was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 500 gp. Sard (60 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Brown-green garnet (50 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a white Stetson hat and white clothes, and is pretty ugly. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His green eyes dart from person to person.

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. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, PTSD, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Ahvain was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Dyer. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Dyer for the past few years.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he's in love

Ideals: Passionate, Persistence. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1200 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Old masterpiece painting (900 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (110 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears a green shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and black pants, he is not a threatening figure. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. 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 goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Justice, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.