Description: This man stands a little under 4'9" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Fivin is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Fivin has worked very hard to control his curse. 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: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His hair is auburn and curly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: This man wears red robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his whip, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Thamior is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Thamior 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. Thamior decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Depressed, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 14000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears his chestnut hair down. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Rolen was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 50 pp. Sardonyx (60 gp). Jasper (60 gp). Jade (60 gp). Pink pearl (60 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). Silver pearl (60 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'0" northern man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty violet coat over it. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Naill was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He tends to his Unemployed job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a weaver again

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1200 gp. Onyx (40 gp).