Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he very much looks the part of a Fisher. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Fisher. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thervan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is greedy

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 800 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his sickle. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He found a children's book about a Elf Wizard who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Uthemar was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2000 gp. Smoky quartz (70 gp). Rose (70 gp).