Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Eiravel wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Wizard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (70 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (40 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'3" and wears bulky violet painted plate armor. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Beggar but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Peridot (60 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Jasper (60 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp).

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Locksmith. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his glaive, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his feathered blue hat.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His childhood dream was to be a Cartwright, but he was a colossal failure. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Sensitive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 4000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Amethyst (140 gp). Pink pearl (140 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). Rose (70 gp). Jasper (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.