Description: The dark-skinned man stands 4'7" and wears violet leather gloves, a violet jacket, and tight pants. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. 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 is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a white collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is an epitome of beauty. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Traki was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Layabout.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sellsword. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is content

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, In love. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 pp.