Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Caeldrim has worked very hard to control his curse. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (70 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (900 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (70 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (40 gp).

Description: An older man who wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a falchion on his belt, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is white and curly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. A true patriot, Thamior would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

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. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Military. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Silver ewer (90 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (180 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1500 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (90 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (180 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He is typically in his Dilettante uniform, and his gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Berrian speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He struck the Dilettante job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Adventurer again.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Hematite (15 gp). Golden pearl (130 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp). Black opal (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.