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: He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Adventurer born in the past three hundred years. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Varis grew up listening to his father's many stories. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 110 pp. Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'4", this man tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair is black and curly. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Passionate, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Berrian hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 gp. Rose (40 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle and is in decent physical shape. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. 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 comes from a rich western family. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian, In love, Rich. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Malachite (6 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Freshwater pearl (6 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Amethyst (130 gp). Jade (130 gp).