Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and carries tridents. His hair is white and very short. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Map Maker but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. In his youth he was a Blacksmith, 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Secretive, PTSD, Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 6000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his mace. His red hair is lengthy. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Koeth 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 now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (3000 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (40 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 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 golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Thervan was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He's in love.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.