Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born in the south. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To be a Stylist again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. 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 is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Aelar was born with his father's beautiful face. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 7000 sp. Brown-green garnet (80 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Silver pearl (80 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He is portly but not overly obese. He has white hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Painter

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 2900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. 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 desires power and/or immortality; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 100 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'9" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His half smiles and gold eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 100 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (60 gp). A small bag of saffron. (90 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (60 gp). 1 Everburning torch.