Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he prefers to wear flannel. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Tharivol was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He's in love; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 3000 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 5'0" western man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. 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. Dreali took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. He bought a sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tan tunic with green highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around his shoes. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Carrie has worked very hard to control his curse. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Booming voice

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