Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is short and brown. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Fivin was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Carter. He has achieved small success as a Carter.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 500 pp. Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Black pearl (1400 gp). Malachite (7 gp). Sard (80 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, black shirt, and grey tie. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. 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: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when goblins swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Thervan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Azurite (13 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 is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears dull yellow sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed ceremonial dagger, just in case. His head has been shaved. 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 never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 pp. Bloodstone (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.