Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: The child of a Mercenary, who enjoyed hunting, Tharivol was taken on many hunting expeditions. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2000 gp. Red spinel (140 gp). Lapis lazuli (16 gp). Pink pearl (140 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Jet (140 gp). Banded agate (16 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'10" and muscular, this northern man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

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. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

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. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Black star sapphire (1200 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Coral (160 gp).

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greatsword, but if one is not available he will default to his kukri. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. 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 likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Hadarai alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

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

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (150 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 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.