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 long and golden with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Healer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 1000 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He sports violet clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Blue quartz (5 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). White opal (1100 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is dressed in an above average manner. He has shaved his head bald. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 39. 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 all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 2000 gp. Tourmaline (80 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Eye agate (6 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp).