Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He is an epitome of beauty. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. Ahvain was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Marshal. During his travels, Ahvain and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Ahvain discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Ahvain fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 2000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (170 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Fivin hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 300 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'4" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born in a small desert village. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Server work with an outfit from a few towns over. Server work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep green spinel (80 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Red garnet (80 gp). Obsidian (4 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Blue-white diamond (5000 gp). Moonstone (20 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). 1 Medium magic item.