Description: He wears a tan coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. He carries a battered scythe and tarnished dagger as well. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Gardener hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jasper (70 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Rich purple corundum (500 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears bulky blue painted plate armor. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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 worked as a Mortician like his father before him.

Motivation: To be a Assassin again; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 pp. Chrysoprase (20 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Aquamarine (700 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: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears baggy red pantaloons and a violet scarf. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 89. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 4000 gp.