Description: He is a mite stocky and wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tharivol grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and expand his business

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 20000 cp. Blue quartz (16 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His silver hair is lengthy. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He is a Maurezhi in disguise. 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 has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Aquamarine (700 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Obsidian (14 gp). Malachite (14 gp). Brown-green garnet (130 gp).

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Varis 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 tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Extrovert, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 120 pp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a scimitar on his belt. His hair is long and brown with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Caeldrim took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 300 pp.