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 an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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: Thamior was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Thamior 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Poor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Creaky witch voice

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

Description: This late middle aged man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane and is in decent physical shape. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Efferil took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Secretive, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military, Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 sp. Malachite (8 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He prefers to wear pastel clothing when he does not wear armor. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. Theren is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1100 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1600 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His tied-back hair is silver. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. After months of barely getting by, Lucan managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

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 golden hair is greasy and uncared for. His ears are large.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Uthemar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 2000 gp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (50 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (50 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (50 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (700 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.