Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Thamior was born with his father's beautiful face. Through the years after Thamior was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Thamior's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Thamior and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. His red hair is long and unkept. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Riardon was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His childhood dream was to be a Detective, but he was a colossal failure. He struck the Glassblower job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to be a detective again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2000 gp. White opal (1400 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the west. 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. During his travels, Beiro and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Beiro discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Beiro fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.