Description: He is lean but muscular and is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, violet shirt, and brown tie. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 2000 gp. Aquamarine (1100 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (7 gp). Tourmaline (90 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is wearing a tight yellow one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Theriatis was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Theriatis's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (160 gp). Silver ewer (40 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and his gloved hand is found clutching a longsword. He wears his white hair down. This hazel eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 55. 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. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Scribe mother left him crippled. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insane, Selfish, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Onyx (50 gp). Obsidian (4 gp). Blue sapphire (1600 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Amethyst (130 gp).