Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears skinny pants and wears a green and grey robe with the hood down. His hair is short and blonde. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thervan will drive conversation. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Alexandrite (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a grey feathered hat and grey clothes. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with music. He constantly tries to fill his life with music. 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 at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Gold music box (2000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'1" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Eiravel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp).

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly tridents and warhammers. He has no hair. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Being a Mayor kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His childhood dream was to be a Ruler, but he was a colossal failure. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to be a ruler again

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 3000 gp. White pearl (40 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp).