Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has wavy red hair. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

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. After coming to the age of reason, Thamior took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. 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 has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (140 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He is physically well-built. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Theren took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Healer responsibilities is difficult; and he is content

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1000 gp. Fire opal (1200 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Pink pearl (80 gp). Silver pearl (80 gp). Jet (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a Mercenary first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born in the east. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.