Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, marred by beers. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Fire opal (600 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Malachite (5 gp). Red-brown spinel (80 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Tourmaline (80 gp). Malachite (5 gp).

Description: He stands about 4'11" and wears dull white sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed ceremonial dagger, just in case. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has no hair. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. Tharivol 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. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Tharivol never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 4000 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (160 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (160 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (160 gp). Jeweled gold crown (7000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 9 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Job, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

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