Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His ears are large.

Personality: Thamior is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Thamior was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stylist hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Miller; and doesn't want to be a stylist and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Red garnet (80 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Sard (50 gp). Moonstone (50 gp).

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with yellow lining and desert motifs, and he perpetually has his scimitar ready. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 4000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (800 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (800 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Riardon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 north. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.