Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears an entirely red suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 3000 gp. Sardonyx (30 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Coral (120 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). White pearl (120 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. His silver hair is lengthy. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. 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. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Jasper (80 gp). Emerald (1400 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). Blue sapphire (1400 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He's also a talented Mason, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 800 pp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Silver ewer (60 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (4000 gp).