Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has no hair. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: The child of a Butcher, who enjoyed hunting, Ahvain was taken on many hunting expeditions. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He bought a sai and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 pp. Deep green spinel (80 gp). Chrysoberyl (80 gp). Malachite (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He carries a battered scythe and tarnished glaive as well. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Fivin grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Athletic. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 18000 sp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (60 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Tharivol 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Apothecary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 100 pp.