Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears an entirely green suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He is an epitome of beauty. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the left. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Ghâm was born with his father's beautiful face. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His black hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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.

Flaws: Depressed, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 20000 sp. Zircon (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. 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: Cimer was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: An older man who wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, he is not a threatening figure. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Tharivol was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids 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: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. Jet (160 gp). Citrine (40 gp).