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 robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a sword on his belt. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Thervan 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 left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 300 pp. Moss agate (13 gp).

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hand crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Ahvain enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Born in the north to a Fletcher, Ahvain learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Fletcher.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 3000 gp. Jade (120 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Rich purple corundum (1300 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Silver pearl (120 gp). Hematite (9 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Rose (20 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 bedraggled and starved. He prefers to wear flannel. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. 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 raised in a white middle class family as the only child. At some point he was captured by orcs and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Soveliss was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: He is content.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Slave. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Minor magic item.