Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a black collared shirt and white pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair is long and red with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Ahvain's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born in the north to a Seamstress, Ahvain learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Ahvain fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (70 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His golden hair is still thick. 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. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born to a Fletcher, his father struggled to pay the bills. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate. Flaws: Insomniac, Selfish. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears bulky green painted plate armor. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Scribe arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Vanuath was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jasper (40 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). 1 Medium magic item.