Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. His hair is blonde and very short. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thamior grew up listening to his father's many stories. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's in love; and he desires power and/or immortality

Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Adventurer, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and his gloved hand is found clutching a kukri. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Miner hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 2000 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (80 gp). A small bag of saffron. (20 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is wearing a long, white cloak and is in decent physical shape. He wears a colorful flower in his golden hair. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Lucan 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. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 4000 gp. Citrine (30 gp). Blue star sapphire (1200 gp). Amber (130 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp).