Description: This tall, slender man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born to a Gardener, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Thamior was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Logical, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, black shirt, and white tie. He has moderate length golden hair. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. The war was a terrible time for him, and Grûblik does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He got into the Locksmith business at a young age. When Grûblik reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father 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 now owns his own business.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her golden hair is well kept. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: The child of western immigrants she idolized her father. Duvamil was orphaned to a temple shortly after her birth. She was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above herself and to hold her god always in her heart. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His green crest is long and unkept. His ears are large.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he dresses like a well dressed Dyer does. His red fur is heavily combed to the left. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Dyer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Dyer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Dyer for the past few years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and expand his business

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1700 sp.