Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. 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 believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Thervan was born with his mother's beautiful face. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 22000 sp. Deep blue spinel (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Arannis never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1300 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with red slacks. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has shaved his head bald. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Jet (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.