Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'7" and is dressed in earthy colors with a red and black handkerchief worn on his right side. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sculptor arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Sculptor. He tends to his Sculptor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sculptor responsibilities is difficult; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion.

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is afraid of men and trembles around them

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 140 gp. Violet garnet (200 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp).

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. He wears his rusty crest down. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 400 gp. Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). Golden pearl (110 gp). Peridot (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. His gold crest is thinning but still full. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Dadalan never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 500 gp.