Description: A plain young-adult man, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His blonde hair is cut short. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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, Erevan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Amber (140 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Jet (140 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a white coat with yellow slacks. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His ears are large.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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 north. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He got into the Courier business at a young age. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He's also a talented Server, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism, Persistence. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (7 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Jet (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His white hair is still thick. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Apothecary. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Mortician they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Apothecary, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister.

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 2300 gp. Malachite (6 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Sard (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat, and is pretty ugly. His tied-back hair is blonde. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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, Ahvain 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. A freak accident while working with his Courier father left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Disease. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2300 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp).