Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: Kilvar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dragonborn companion (his 'brother'). During his travels, Kilvar and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Kilvar discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Kilvar fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'7". He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and his gloved hand is found clutching a rapier. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Efferil is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He got into the Shepherd business at a young age. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: She wears tattered old clothes. She carries with her a set of quarterstaffs, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: This woman loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. Now she works as a poetry tutor during her time off.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 7000 cp.