Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a glaive, but if one is not available he will default to his flail. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Ivellios's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Ivellios was born the youngest of three triplets. Ivellios was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Ivellios decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Enemies, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: Violet garnet (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears grey trousers with brown and white striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Roofer for the past few years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new roofer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears long strands of emerald and short violet dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his quarterstaff, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: The child of a Cook, who enjoyed hunting, Thamior was taken on many hunting expeditions. Thamior was born on a far eastern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Baker. 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: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 4000 sp. Moonstone (40 gp).

Description: 5'3" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker blue hat.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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 uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is content

Flaws: Mundane, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (30 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (30 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2300 gp).

Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears long strands of amber and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His brown hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Efferil was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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: Many drow want him driven away.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 300 pp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1900 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (130 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (130 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (600 gp).