Description: He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. He has white hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Gifted from a young age, Thervan studied abroad. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Gifted, Logical. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 pp. Sard (50 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Coral (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'4". He dresses like a well dressed Unemployed does, and his gloved hand is found clutching a axe. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 41. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a Carpenter, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He tends to his Unemployed job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. His tied-back hair is red. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Through the years after Fivin was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Fivin's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Fivin never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 600 gp. Sardonyx (50 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1400 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Deep green spinel (160 gp). Emerald (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

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: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Thamior was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Knight. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing a long, yellow, dusty cloak. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He comes from a rich western family. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Just what you see.