Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He wears his silver hair down. He has gray eyes and a red hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Thervan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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: A rival would like him out of the picture; and money/treasure

Ideals: Justice, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 9000 sp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born in the west. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He's also a talented Glassblower, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and balancing his hectic life and new tailor responsibilities is difficult

Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears professional attire. He carries with him a set of tridents, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Uthemar was born the youngest of three triplets. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Uthemar's homeland. Uthemar decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of giants 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: Doesn't want to be a Ruler and was forced into it by his family; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 7000 gp. Deep green spinel (40 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Jet (40 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Brown-green garnet (40 gp). 1 Major magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy red stubble. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a hunchback. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Detective who has hired him part-time. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants his loneliness to end

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Fire opal (1400 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has wavy chestnut hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Mortician profession.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Tharivol 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 Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He struck the Guard job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 800 gp.