Description: This man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. 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 extraordinarily eccentric. Ahvain enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Insomniac, Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1000 gp. Smoky quartz (60 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Pink pearl (110 gp). Jade (110 gp). Sard (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 4'7" and wears a simple black robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a very tight haircut. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Marshal but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Koeth took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Mundane, Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3000 gp. Violet garnet (800 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Clear bright green emerald (7000 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep red leather and dull violet iron scale mail. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Naeris is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Naeris was born the youngest of three triplets. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 pp. Red spinel (140 gp). Freshwater pearl (5 gp). White pearl (140 gp). Onyx (30 gp).