Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. 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, Thervan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Doctor business at a young age. 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 struck the Doctor job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Spy; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Job, Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears long strands of emerald and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his whip, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the right. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker white hat.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His first spouse was a Mayor, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and doesn't want to be a barber and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Golden pearl (100 gp). Red spinel (100 gp). Pink pearl (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His ears are large.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 45. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Mason for hire.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Medium magic item.