Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears just a tan suit. His hair is cut close to his head. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Laborer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Weaver, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright white suits and hats. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his flail, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Caeldrim took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 2000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down, and carries crossbows. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. The war was a terrible time for him, and Thamior does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Thamior grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Thamior. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Greedy, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 100 pp. Fire opal (700 gp). Azurite (11 gp). Peridot (80 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Golden pearl (110 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp).