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. He has no hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aerdeth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1000 pp.

Description: He wears a brown coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head, and he perpetually has his shield ready. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Merchant and was forced into it by his family; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 400 pp. Gold music box (2000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (50 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (50 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his small blue hat.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Guard work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Guard job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and to be a tailor again

Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Aquamarine (600 gp). Amethyst (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Amethyst (40 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp).