Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He carries with him a set of scythes on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Ahvain took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. Being a Junk Dealer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1600 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He is portly but not overly obese. His silver hair is braided into rings. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born in the north. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1200 gp. Lapis lazuli (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. He has shaved his head bald. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Rich, Family, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 900 pp. Smoky quartz (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Jade (60 gp). Amethyst (60 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (14 gp). Malachite (14 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants, and he perpetually has his bastard sword ready. He has moderate length black hair. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Riardon was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Riardon has worked very hard to control his curse. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 9000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tan trousers with blue and red striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.