Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a trident on his belt. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Thamior hails from a village terrorized by illithids. At a young age his father died while driving off some illithids. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in trident use. 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. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 4000 gp.

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 has a large violet mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His hair is red and very short. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

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. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 2000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Sard (40 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Obsidian (11 gp). Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Sard (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His eyes are a pleasant green.

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. He uses divination through singing.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 2000 gp. Bloodstone (60 gp).