Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a sickle on his belt. He wears his red hair down. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Theriatis was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 east. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 pp. Black pearl (600 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp). Jacinth (3000 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (160 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is silver and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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 is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Lazy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He got into the Marshal business at a young age. 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 Marshal. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Secretive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2000 gp. Hematite (14 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Black star sapphire (600 gp). Tourmaline (100 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Red garnet (100 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp).