Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his greatsword. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Born to a Stylist, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. During his travels, Lucan and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Lucan discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Lucan fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 3000 gp. Tourmaline (100 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Moss agate (12 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He has a very tight haircut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Banded agate (9 gp). Moonstone (70 gp).

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized violet coat. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his falchion, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Efferil was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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: A deep hatred of giants; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.