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 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 sports a flattop crest cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. During his travels, Nithther and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Nithther discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Nithther fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 200 gp.

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 is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

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 is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the west were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His auburn hair is still thick. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born in a small forest village. 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. After a long history of fighting, Nuraval and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a husky man, who is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady black eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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. He got money to start a business from the gang present in town. He is greatly indebted to them.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Mortician; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record, Debt, Has a crush. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.