Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. 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 served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 3000 gp. Alexandrite (300 gp). Jasper (20 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a yellow Stetson hat and yellow clothes. He carries with him a set of greataxes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He became a Unemployed soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 4000 gp. Star rose quartz (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Obsidian (12 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Deep green spinel (90 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp).

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. 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: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Nutae was born on a far eastern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mortician. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nutae fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 pp.