Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears long strands of sapphire and short blue dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has no hair. His ears are large.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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 has money and likes to spend it; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1500 gp. Jeweled gold crown (3000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 a simple white robe with grey stripes complete with hood. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Tharivol was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record, Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. A gifted student he started as a Unemployed, but he got bored and became a Spice Merchant. He tends to his Spice Merchant job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Spice Merchant responsibilities is difficult; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1000 gp. Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Through the years after Quarion was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Quarion's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Guardian, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Chrysoprase (70 gp).