Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears long strands of amethyst and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Thamior lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Sage, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Sage they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Mortician, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. Star ruby (1400 gp).

Description: He wears long strands of topaz and short blue dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and carries scimitars. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Uthemar was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Uthemar's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He carries with him a set of shields, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Ahvain was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Ahvain liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is greedy

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Lazy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 200 gp. Golden pearl (70 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. The war was a terrible time for him, and Theriatis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When Theriatis reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 11000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.