Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. 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 is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Through the years after Varis was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Varis's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 pp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (80 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (80 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a black collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Fivin was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his 19th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He carries with him a set of whips, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Heian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.