Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gennal 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; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Selfish, Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He stands about 4'10" and wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is golden and curly. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Through the years after Thamior was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Thamior's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Cynical, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (6000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (500 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is an epitome of beauty. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. After coming to the age of reason, Riardon took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 300 pp. Zircon (60 gp). Jade (100 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp).