Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears bulky blue painted plate armor. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mortician. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 3000 gp.

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. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. He is baby faced.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Beiro fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 200 pp. Sardonyx (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he very much looks the part of a Actor. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. 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. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1000 gp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Star ruby (400 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Jet (110 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.