Description: A middle-aged man, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, and is pretty ugly. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When Thervan reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he has a crush on the local ruler

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 gp. Aquamarine (1400 gp). Zircon (20 gp). White opal (1000 gp). Rose (20 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Black pearl (1400 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, and he perpetually has his greatsword ready. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his youth he was a Dyer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears long strands of jet and short blue dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He carries with him a set of axes on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Rolen hails from a village terrorized by giants. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp).