Description: 5'2" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thamior will drive conversation. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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. Thamior took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He bought a glaive and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Extrovert, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Chrysoprase (30 gp). Jet (150 gp). Peridot (30 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has black hair. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Locksmith but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Thervan lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and doesn't want to be a locksmith and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Pacifist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 4000 gp. Chrysoberyl (150 gp). Banded agate (16 gp). Rose (20 gp). Black star sapphire (700 gp). Jade (150 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Red garnet (150 gp). Malachite (16 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a white armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Ahvain was born on a far eastern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Crown-heir. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 100 pp. Azurite (9 gp).