Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a fancy white suit. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Thamior was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Athletic, Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1900 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Zircon (70 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Clear bright green emerald (5000 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Jade (150 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with green lining and desert motifs. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born in the east to a Mercenary, Eiravel learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mercenary and was forced into it by his family; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1000 gp. Solid gold idol (600 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp).