Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Tharivol liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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 threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 80 pp. Smoky quartz (50 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His hair is long and brown with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Aelar was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Aelar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, In love. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1600 sp. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His beige fur is thinning but still full. His yellow eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Poor, Family. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 400 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). 1 Smokesticks.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He carries a battered nunchaku and tarnished monstrous two handed axe as well. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is baby faced.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Thervan was born the youngest of three triplets. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Thervan grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Thervan. 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. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 400 sp. 6 Acid flasks. 1 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Bounty Hunter. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 11000 cp.