Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Mercenary, and carries longbows. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born in the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 300 pp. Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Riardon speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 3000 gp. Red-brown spinel (40 gp). Hematite (6 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Jet (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp). Zircon (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'4" and is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Locksmith. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Locksmith who has hired him part-time. 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, Berrian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Junk Dealer, who enjoyed hunting, Berrian was taken on many hunting expeditions. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Nature, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 3000 gp. Star rose quartz (50 gp). Azurite (5 gp). Pink diamond (2000 gp). Rose (50 gp).