Description: He wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Tharivol is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His childhood dream was to be a Barber, but he was a colossal failure. He tends to his Cook job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Extrovert, Justice. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 3000 gp. Aquamarine (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Coral (110 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp).

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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. 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. Lucan 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.

Ideals: Professionalism, Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 300 pp. Jasper (50 gp). Star ruby (500 gp). Chrysoberyl (160 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'2" and is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, grey shirt, and brown tie. His hair is long and golden with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is a Blacksmith first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. A freak accident while working with his Barkeep mother left him crippled. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To be a Barkeep again; and money/treasure

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 4000 gp.