Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'5" when asserting himself. He wears his black hair down. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 pp. Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Banded agate (5 gp). Amethyst (60 gp).

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and he perpetually has his shield ready. His tied-back hair is silver. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Caeldrim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Aquamarine (1400 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Rose (50 gp). Fire opal (400 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears skinny pants and wears a brown and white robe with the hood down. His golden hair is thinning but still full. He wears a mask on his face.

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 a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Laucian was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A freak accident while working with his Bricklayer father left him crippled. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Engraver for the past few years.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Job, Guardian. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1000 pp. Red garnet (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Black opal (1100 gp). Jasper (20 gp). Onyx (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.