Description: 4'7" and muscular, this eastern man has the majority of his body covered in plate. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 73. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ahvain grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 6000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (2000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears his chestnut hair up. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When Thervan reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Jet (100 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Banded agate (15 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). Red-brown spinel (100 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Jasper (60 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Iolite (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and balancing his hectic life and new roofer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Persistence, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 3000 gp. Citrine (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.