Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a violet shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears long strands of opal and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has wavy black crest. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 20 pp. Rhodochrosite (13 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he tends to wear a large yellow jacket. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born into a rich family. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. After months of barely getting by, Nutae managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is very fat, and is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: Gifted from a young age, Imsh studied abroad. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the north were limited. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: To be a Animal Trainer again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 140 gp.