Description: He wears a tan tunic with violet highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Thamior was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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 he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 5000 gp. Alexandrite (400 gp). Rich purple corundum (500 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Amber (90 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Jacinth (4000 gp). Red garnet (90 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a violet broad hat and violet clothes. He has a very tight haircut. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 3000 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (70 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. 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 is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp).