Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theriatis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Shy. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (50 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (50 gp). Solid gold idol (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Erevan lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Military. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1500 gp).