Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His scarlet crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Nithther has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2200 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (100 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2200 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (90 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (100 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (90 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He is physically well-built. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Persistence, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Iolite (50 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp). Amber (60 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Riardon was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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 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: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Kilvar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 gp.