Description: He has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. His dark red hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Nicor took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Selfish. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She prefers to wear flannel. Her white hair is smooth and relatively long. Her eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: Tiaathque is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Tiaathque was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it, marred by beers. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the left. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. 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: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Spy arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His childhood dream was to be a Marshal, but he was a colossal failure. He tends to his Spy job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: This man typically wears blue cloth garments or leather armor. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his right hand. He wears a colorful flower in his silver hair. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born in a small desert village. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Tharivol alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. 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: A deep hatred of illithids; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 350 gp.