Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a black shirt with thin yellow vertical stripes and black pants. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

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. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2000 gp. Smoky quartz (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Golden pearl (120 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Tourmaline (120 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His auburn hair is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theriatis 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 his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 2000 gp. Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Deep green spinel (130 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He likes to wear brown tank tops with tan pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Bricklayer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He takes great joy in being the best Bricklayer in town.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bricklayer. 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: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's looking for his big break

Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Rich purple corundum (400 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Fire opal (400 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). White pearl (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.