Description: A 5'2" eastern man, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. 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 tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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, Thervan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Through the years after Thervan was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Thervan's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 34. 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 has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He worked as a nervous Miner and found it very stressful. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 8000 gp. Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1900 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (40 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). A small bag of saffron. (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is typically in his Barrister uniform. His hair is auburn and very short. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: American accent

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

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he usually wears his white robe and has his greatsword always slung over his shoulder. His hair is short and silver. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Sage. He struck the Sage job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Marshal again.

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses well, wearing pastel shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born in the north. Thamior was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Tailor. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Joker, Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1500 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (120 gp).