Description: He wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Erevan was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 4000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'5" and is dressed in a clean grey cloak covering his clean studded leather. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the right. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Jasper (40 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Freshwater pearl (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and brown, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Rolen was born the youngest of three triplets. Rolen 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 now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and revenge

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 3000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp).