Description: A 4'7" western man, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has no hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born in the west. Eiravel abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 600 pp. Peridot (50 gp). Rich purple corundum (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, blue shirt, and brown tie. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Fivin liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of brigands 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: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2000 gp. Violet garnet (1200 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Jade (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man wears an entirely black suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has no hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Naill was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. Brown-green garnet (120 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Jade (120 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.