Description: He wears a tan coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. He carries with him a set of scimitars, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His silver hair is long and unkept. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. The war was a terrible time for him, and Thervan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. 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. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Fire opal (500 gp). Onyx (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Koeth took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp. Bloodstone (40 gp). Jasper (40 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Rose (40 gp). Rose (40 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Eye agate (6 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with green lining and desert motifs. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Fisher. He became a Fisher soon after.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker, Impeccable. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp).