Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. His black hair is cut short. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sai, but if one is not available he will default to his monstrous two handed axe. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker blue hat.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. 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 brothel owner, Thervan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Herbalist hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. After a long history of fighting, Thervan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 5000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (700 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (90 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1700 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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. Ivellios took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 400 pp. Freshwater pearl (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His clothes are grease stained in places. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. He came across an abandoned tomb where he found a relic that called out to him. After picking it up he was cursed by vampirism.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Addict, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 8000 gp. Azurite (15 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who is wearing a long, white cloak, he is not a threatening figure. His black hair is lengthy. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Thamior was born the youngest of three triplets. Through the years after Thamior was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Thamior's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Expand his business; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 600 gp.