Description: This tall, slender man prefers to wear flannel. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

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. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Emerald (1600 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Peridot (80 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born to a Barber, his father struggled to pay the bills. 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 west. After a long history of fighting, Lucan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 10000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born in the south. Thamior abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortspear.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 9000 sp. Jeweled gold crown (6000 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (60 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.