Description: He wears a tan vest and prefers green and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He carries a battered whip and tarnished ceremonial dagger as well. His auburn hair is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Arannis was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 3000 gp. Sard (70 gp). Red spinel (60 gp). Star ruby (1300 gp). Citrine (70 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His brown hair is braided into rings. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. During his travels, Thervan and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Thervan discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Thervan fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 6000 gp. Moonstone (30 gp). Jade (90 gp). Golden pearl (90 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He very much looks the part of a Shepherd. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Gifted from a young age, Dreali studied abroad. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Shepherd. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 400 pp. Hematite (8 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Jet (40 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.