Description: This younger middle-aged man wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His ears are large.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Ahvain took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Religious. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 100 pp. Alexandrite (1300 gp). Sard (50 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair is blonde and curly. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

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. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a axe on his belt. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Berrian will drive conversation. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born in the north to a Body Guard, Berrian learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Body Guard. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Body Guard responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 3000 gp. Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp).