Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. His red hair is long and unkept. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Tharivol's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Tharivol was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sculptor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has worked as a Sculptor like his mother before him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sculptor responsibilities is difficult; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has shaved his head bald. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Scribe. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Expand his business; and money/treasure

Ideals: Logical, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 120 pp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1400 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (20 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and his gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Fivin 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 2300 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a hammer on his belt. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Varis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 gp. Alexandrite (1000 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Pink pearl (110 gp). 6 Acid flasks.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice, Artistic, Athletic. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 600 gp. Silver pearl (60 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.