Description: 5'0" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a tan coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. His tied-back hair is auburn. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Thervan lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Brewer and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sage. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly daggers and tridents. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive, Rich, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 30000 cp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (60 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is dressed in earthy colors with a black and brown handkerchief worn on his right side. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'3" and is well dressed, constantly wearing a red suit, white shirt, and brown tie. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes brigands are coming to abduct people. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Beiro hails from a village terrorized by brigands. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. 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: Regain custody of his son.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Family, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 700 gp. Rose (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is white and curly. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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, Fivin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Fivin was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. 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: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Finely wrought small gold bracelet (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.