Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'7". He wears just a green suit, and his gloved hand is found clutching a rapier. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Thamior was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Military, Slave. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Alexandrite (1100 gp). Golden pearl (70 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp). Eye agate (11 gp). Azurite (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Hunter does. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Hunter arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 2000 gp. Rich purple corundum (1400 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he tends to wear a large brown jacket. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Berrian hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Berrian grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.