The family

Here are descriptions of most of the elder generation of Amberites. These are quotes taken from the Chronicles of Amber, by Roger Zelazny. If you haven't read the books yet, go look on Amazon to order them. The pictures I found on another Amber site quite a while ago,so if you recognize them, please tell me where they came from.

Oberon, Lord of Amber, stood before me in his green and gold. High, wide, and thick, his beard black and shot with silver, his hair the same. Green rings in gold settings and a blade of golden color. It had once seemed to me that nothing could ever displace the immortal liege of Amber from his throne. What had happened? I still didn't know. But he was gone. How had my father met his end? -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Oberon was the legendary king and founder of the city of Amber. He ruled for a few thousand years, before staging his own disappearance to manipulate his children. Eventually, during the Patternfall war between Amber and the Courts of Chaos, he sacrificed his life to repair the blood-damaged Pattern. Or at least, that's what we think...
"I understand that Oberon died in redrawing the Pattern," I said. "Were you present at the time?" he asked. "No," I replied, "but ... " -- Knight of Shadows (book #9)

Then there was Benedict, tall and dour, thin; thin of body, thin of face, wide of mind. He wore orange and yellow and brown and reminded me of haystacks and pumpkins and scarecrows and the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. He had a long, strong jaw and hazel eyes and brown hair that never curled. He stood beside a tan horse and leaned upon a lance about which was twined a rope of flowers. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Benedict is the oldest known surviving child of Oberon. His entire life has been spent studying warfare and fighting, in any and all styles, until no one (except perhaps his father) could beat him in a fight. This is a guy who would take a dozen random teenagers, unarmed, and figure out a way to take over a military base under high alert.
...Having served under Napolean, Lee, and MacArthur, I appriciated the tactician as well as the strategist. Benedict was both, and he was the best I had ever known... -- The Guns of Avalon (book #2)

Then came a fiery bearded, flame-crowned man, dressed in all red and orange, mainly of silk stuff, and he held a sword in his right hand and a glass of wine in his left, and the devil himself danced behind his eyes, as blue as Flora's, or Eric's. His chin was slight, but the beard covered it. His sword was inlaid with an elaborate filigree of a golden color. He wore two huge rings on his right hand and one on his left: an emerald, a ruby, and a sapphire, respectively. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Bleys seems like the party goer of the Amberites. He's almost as good a fighter as Benedict. Almost as strong as his brother Gerard. Almost as tough as Corwin. Almost the spellweaver his sister Fiona is. He seems to be the second best at everything. He's the most charming of the brothers, and nothing ever seems to happen to him by chance.
Bleys, you are still a figure clad in light to me -- valient, exuberant, and rash. For the first, my respect, for the second, my smile. And the last seems to have at least been tempered in recent times. Good. Stay away from conspiracies in the future. They do not suit you well. -- The Courts of Chaos (book #5)
In Merlin's saga, Bleys seems to be the keeper of several rings called 'Spikards.' These rings link together power sources from off in Shadow, and can put together and cast spells almost instantly. And remember -- Bleys always wears his rings prominantly.

Then there was a figure both like Bleys and myself. My features, though smaller, my eyes, Bleys' hair, beardless. He wore a riding suit of green and sat atop a white horse, heading toward the dexter side of the card. There was a quality of both strength and weakness, questing and abandonment about him. I both approved and disapproved, liked and was repelled by, this one. -- Nine Princes in Amber
Brand is the most changing person of them all. At the start, he seems like the good guy, imprisoned by his evil siblings so he couldn't foil their plans. He never answers a question with a straight answer, and can get the information he needs by the most runabout ways. He almost destroyed the Pattern. Brand is also an accomplished Trump artist, maybe even better than his grandfather Dworkin.
And you Brand... With bitterness do I regard your memory, mad brother. You almost destroyed us. You nearly toppled Amber from her lofty perch on the breast of Kolvir. You almost broke the Pattern and redesigned the universe in your own image. ... -- The Courts of Chaos (book #5)

Then came the swarthy, dark-eyed countenance of Caine, dressed all in satin that was black and green, wearing a sark three-cornered hat set at a rakish angle, a green plume of feathers training down the back. He was standing in profile, one arm akimbo, and the toes of his boots curled upwards, and he wore an emerald-studded dagger at his belt. -- Nine Princes in Amber
Caine is definately the trickster of the family. Most of the time, he's in charge of the Navy and trading ships of Amber. But he was also known for finding a Shadow copy of himself, and killing it to fake his own death. The family motto, "Never trust a brother" was probably written with Caine in mind. While he may put Amber's safety first, he fights down and dirty all the time. In Merlin's books, Caine was shot by a sniper while working on a trade treaty. But then, remember what happened the last time Caine 'died' ...
" ... Caine had ambitions of his own -- long term ones -- but ambitions nevertheless. He was in no position to pursue them, however. So he decided that if his lot was to be a lesser one, he would rather serve it under Eric than under Bleys. I can see his point, too." -- The Hand of Oberon (book #4)

Green eyes, black hair, dressed in black and silver, yes. I had on a cloak and it was slightly furled by a wind. I had on black boots, like Eric's, and I too bore a blade, only mine was heavier, though not quite as long as his. I had my gloves on and they were silver and scaled. The clasp at my neck was cast in the form of a silver rose. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Corwin is the dubious hero of the first five Amber books. Bearing his sword Grayswandir, etched with part of the Pattern on it, he's certainly the embodiment of the Energizer bunny. Nothing stops him from reaching a goal that he sees. Not even having his eyes burned out. This is a guy who fenced for twenty-six hours straight just to see who was better -- and only stopped so that he would be in good shape for a date.
And the man clad in black and silver with a silver rose upon him? He would like to think that he has learned something of trust, that he has washed his eyes in some clear spring, that he has polished an ideal or two. Never mind. He may still be only a smart-mouthed meddler, skilled mainly in in the minor art of survival, blind as ever the dungeons knew him to the finer shades of irony. Never mind, let it go, let it be. I may never be pleased with him. -- The Courts of Chaos (book #5)
Locked up in a shrine to himself, by Dara, the mother of his only known son Merlin, Corwin seems to just sit around. But given the way that Amberites seem to get out of the most remarkable situations, it's not unlikely that he found his own way in and out of the shrine.
He chuckled as he reached across the altar, raised a burning taper and used it to light one of the others which had apparently gone out in some draft. "I've pissed on my own grave," he announced. "Can't pass up the pleasure of lighting a candle to myself in my own church." -- Prince of Chaos (book #10)

...and then there was a black-haired girl with the same blue eyes, and her hair hung long and she was dressed in all black, with a girdle of silver about her waist. My eyes filled with tears, why I don't know. Her name was Dierdre. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Dierdre is the real woman warrior of the family. She is one of the most paranoid in the family, not believing anyone to be innocent. To give her a real compliment, you could trust her like another brother. Though she's never mentioned in the line of succestion for the throne, she's not ruled out either.
...Dierdre did spot an interesting possibility, however. Namely, that Gerard could have done the stabbing himself while we were crowded around, and that his heroic efforts were not prompte by any desire to save Brand's neck, but rather to achieve a position where he could stop his tongue -- in which case Brand would never make it through the night... -- Sign of the Unicorn (book #3)

Then there was Eric. Handsome by anyone's standards, his hair was so dark as to be almost blue. His beard curled around the mouth that always smiled, and he was dressed simply in a leather jacket and leggings, a plain cloak, high black boots, and he wore a red sword belt bearing a long silvery saber and clasped with a ruby, and his high cloak collar round his head was lined with red and the trimmings of his sleeves matched it. His hands, thumbs hooked behind his belt, were terribly strong and prominent. A pair of black gloves jutted from the belt near his right hip. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Eric is a born leader. Taking control when Oberon disappears, he actually makes a good king. At least until Corwin shows up to take the throne from him. Eric is about the only family member willing to set aside a grudge if there's something more important. He is the true politician of Amber, always knowing the right ways, and the right people, to get support. And though he seems to have died, during Corwin's attempt at the throne of Amber, other family members have been known to come back. Especially when his wounds didn't look like they should have killed him.
Then, slowly, Eric raised his weapon. And he continued to raise it, as Benedict, Caine, and Gerard drew theirs. He straightened as he held it before his face. The others did the same. It looked strangely like a salute; and Eric's eyes met mine. "I know you," he said. Then they all completed the gesture, and faded, faded, turned to smoke, and blew away.

Fiona -- five-two, perhaps, in height -- green eyes fixed on Flora's own blue as they spoke, there beside the fireplace, hair more than compensating for the vacant hearth, smoldering, reminded me, as always, of something from which the artists had just drawn back, setting aside his tools, questions slowly forming behind his smile. The place at the base of her throat where his thumb had notched the collarbone always drew my eyes as the mark of a master craftsman, especially when she raised her head, quizzical or imperious, to regard us taller others. She smiled faintly, just then, doubtless aware of my gaze, an almost clairvoyant faculty the acceptance of which has never deprived of its ability to disconcert. -- Sign of the Unicorn (book #3)
Fiona is the true magician of the Amberites. She is unmatched, even taking on Brand at the height of his power for a mind to mind battle. She's not the favorite among the ladies, usually seen as vicious. But that's only when you get her angry. She's one of the best at surveillance. She even seems to know when Merlin is working at creating a Trump in his room.

The woman behind the desk wore a wide-collared, V-necked dress of blue-green, had long hair and low bangs, all of a cross between sunset clouds and the outer edge of a candle flame in an otherwise dark room, and natural I somehow knew, and her eyes behind glasses I didn't think she needed were as blue as Lake Erie at three o'clock on a couldless summer afternoon; and the color of her compressed smile matched her hair. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Flora could be a supermodel. Maybe she is, off in some Shadow of her choosing. She's not in a position for the throne, and she knows it, she doesn't get along with her sisters, or some of her brothers. But she's a real opportunist. No matter who has power in Amber, she'll be right there behind them, whispering advice, and playing the perfect ally. To anyone. Of course, she's not helpless either, not when she carried hand grenades around in her purse. And she won't hesitate to punch someone either, especially if she doesn't like them.

Gerard : And a big, powerful man regarded me from the next card. He resembled me quite strongly, save that his jaw was heavier, and I knew he was bigger than I, though slower. His strength was a thing out of legend. He wore a dressing gown of blue and gray clasped around the middle with a wide, black belt, and he stood laughing. About his neck, on a heavy cord, there hung a silver hunting horn. He wore a fringe beard and a light mustache. In his right hand he held a goblet of wine. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Gerard is the strongman. He could easily pick up a fully loaded semi and throw it at you, several times. Not only that, he's probably the only one more skilled at unarmed, hand-to-hand combat than Benedict. He, more than Benedict, really cares more about protecting Amber than anything else. He's also a little less distrusting than his siblings, at least when it comes to innocent bystanders.
...I had a clear shot at his groin with my right, but I restrained myself. It is not that I have any qualms about hitting a man below his belt. I know that if I did it to Gerard just then his reflexes would probably cause him to break my shoulder... -- Sign of the Unicorn (book #3)

Next, there was the passive countenance of Julian, dark hair hanging long, blue eyes containing neither passion nor compassion. He was dressed completely in scaled white armor, not silver or metallic-colored, but looking as if it had been enamled. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Julian is the keeper of the Forest Arden, the only land route to reach Amber. He knows every Shadow close to Amber, knows it well enough to navigate with his eyes closed. Plus he's got a horse that can outrun a car, withstand bullets, and jumps over a six foot wall from a standing start. Then there's his pack of hellhounds too. He's not the strongest, or the fastest, but he doesn't need to be. Julian is definately the silent type. He'll never reveal his reasons for doing something unless he has no other choice.
"Your words are ill-considered," I said. "Not so. I considered every one of them," he answered. "We spend so much time lying to one another that I decided it might be amusing to say what I really felt. Just to see whether anyone noticed." -- Sign of the Unicorn (book #3)

Next was Llewella, whose hair matched her jade-colored eyes, dressed in shimmering gray and green with a lavender belt, and looking moist and sad. For some reason, I knew she was not like the rest of us. But she, too, was my sister. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Llewella isn't found much with her other relatives. She stays out of the politicking, backstabbing world her siblings love so much. She prefers her own Shadows of imagination. Of course, this may just be a ruse to keep her siblings off guard, by thinking she's the innocent, naive sister.

...a wily-looking little man, with a sharp nose and a laughing mouth and a shock of straw-colored hair. He was dressed in something like a Renaissance costume of orange, red, and brown. He wore long hose and a tight-fitting embroidered doublet. And I knew him. His name was Random. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Random is the 'kid brother' in the family. Oberon's youngest child, he's not treated too well by his siblings. Also, he's the shortest of the whole bunch of brothers. So he ran off to Shadow, leaving behind a son, Martin. Eventually, he did grow up, and as chance had it, he ended up king of Amber. Maybe because he's just the best of all the brothers there. His wife is a blind lady name Vialle, who is truly his greatest strength as king. And oddly enough, he's also the only one in the family to be happily married.
He staggered in and immediately pushed the door shut behind himself and shot the bolt. There were lines under those light eyes and he wasn't wearing a bright doublet and long hose. He needed a shave and he had on a brown wool suit. He carried a gabardine overcoat on one arm and wore dark suede shoes. But he was Random, all right -- the Random I had seen on the card -- only the laughing mouth looked tired and there was dirt beneath his fingernails. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)

Vialle is only a little over five feet tall and quite thin. Brunette, fine featured, very soft spoken. She was wearing red. Her sightless eyes looked through me, reminding me of darkness past, of pain. -- The Hand of Oberon (book #4)
Vialle is Random's husband and the Queen of Amber. They seem to be the only in the family who had actually found real love. She is known for her pottery, which she works on in her spare time. Vialle is strong and forceful, and in most matters, second only to the King himself. She is capable and confident, taking on all the duties that Random dislikes about being the King of Amber.

He was a small man. Tiny, might be an even better word. He was around five feet tall and a hunchback. His hair and beard were as heavy as my own. The only distinguishing features in that great mass of fur were his long, hook nose and his almost black eyes, now squinted against the light. -- Nine Princes in Amber (book #1)
Accomplished Trump artist, creator of the Pattern, and nuttier than a fruitcake. You'll never understand him, though you might get him to do you a favor or two. If you're lucky, you might get some information out of him, before he goes totally nuts, and starts shape shifting into a demon form. After all, he is still from Chaos.
Turning, I saw him just beyond the threshold. About five feet in height, hunchbacked. His hair and beard were even longer than I remembered. Dworkin wore a nightshirt which reached to his ankles. He carried an oil lamp, his dark eyes peering across it's sooty chimney. -- The Hand of Oberon (book #4)

This is Benedict's older brother. After Oberon dissolved his marriage to their mother, Osric had a falling out with Oberon, and was sent off to a war from which he never returned. Of course, since it's really hard to kill an Amberite, it's just possible that he's alive and well, hiding off in some Shadow, waiting and plotting against Amber...

Osric's and Benedict's eldest brother. He's thought to be the oldest of Oberon's children. He was sent off to the same war as Osric. Since they are the eldest, it's just possible that Osric and Finndo might have returned to the Courts of Chaos, where Dworkin was from.

She stood about a dozen paces from me, a tall, slender girl with dark eyes and close-cropped brown hair. She wore a fencing jacket and held a rapier in her right hand, a mask in her left. She was looking at me and laughing. Her teeth were white, even, and a trifle long; a band of freckles crossed her small nose and the upper portions of her well-tanned cheeks. -- The Guns of Avalon (book #2)
Dara is originally from the Courts of Chaos, though she's also Benedict's great-granddaughter. Used by the Courts as part of a selected breeding program, she seduced Corwin, and bore his son Merlin. She's not the pawn she appears, knowing the best ways to get exactly what she wants from anyone. Even though she bore Corwin's son, Merlin, she hates Corwin enough to lock him up. In a shrine dedicated to his worship, of course. Not only is she a shapeshifter, but also a fairly good spellcaster, though she uses her spells more often for style and elegance than for anything else. She's even talked the Logrus, one of the two Powers, into things before.

He was several inches taller than Random, but of the same light build. His chin and cheekbones had the same general cut to them, his hair was of a similar texture. -- The Hand of Oberon (book #4)
Martin is Random's son, by Princess Morganthe of Rebma, a Shadow close to Amber. Random ran off, of course, leaving Martin to be raised by the Rebman court. He's spent a lot of time wandering in Shadow, and was used by Brand as a gullible blood-eraser for the Pattern. He does get sympathy from many of his uncles and aunts, but doesn't trust any of them, even Benedict. In Merlin's chronicles, he's turned into more of a cyber-punk, spending more time off on his own that around his relatives.
As I passed out of the main hall and headed along the back hallway which would take me to any of a number of stairs, a fellow in black leathers and various pieces of rusty and shiny chain emerged from a corridor to my right, halted, and stared at me. His hair was of an orange Mohawk cut and there were several silver rings in his left ear near what looked like an electrical outlet of some sort. -- Sign of Chaos (book #8)

...The opposite of my walk, a summons, brought an icy wind that swept the spell away like so much smoke. My garments were lashed about me, changing shape and color. Purple, gray... light the trousers and dark the cloak, the shirtfront. Black my boots and wide belt, my gauntlets tucked behind, my silver Frakir woven into a bracelet about my left wrist, visible now and shining. I raised my left hand and shielded my eyes with my right, as I summoned a flash of light. -- Trumps of Doom (book #6)
Merlin is not only Corwin's son, but also the narrator of the last five books in the Amber series. Half the time, he acts like a normal guy, friendly and a bit of the computer geek. The other half, he's haughty and got a real attitude, just like a true Amberite. Raised to be the next king of Amber, then manipulated into position to take the throne of the Courts of Chaos, he's never been the 'normal' person. One of the few to walk both the Pattern and the Logrus, he's always being pulled by one or the other of the Powers. He's built an incredible, multi-shadow sentient computer named Ghostwheel, and has an intelligent strangling cord/bracelet named Frakir. He never seems to get things quite right with women, driving one ex-girlfriend to learn sorcery and try to kill him, and getting his friend's wife pregnant. He always seems to be looking out for more and better power, to keep himself from ending up a pawn.
Power, in its many shapes, varieties, sizes, and styles, continues to fascinate me. It has been so much a part of my life for so long that I feel very familiar with it, though I doubt that I will ever understand it fully. -- Blood of Amber (book #7)

Coral, on the other hand, was taller... slender, her hair a reddish brown. When she smiled it seemed less official... I approve of her sensible dark green breeches, heavy coppery shirt, and warm brown cloak. Her boots looked fine for walking, and she had on a dark hat that covered most of her hair. There were gloves and a dagger at her belt. -- Sign of Chaos (book #8)
Yet another of Oberon's unofficial children, Coral is the daughter of Oberon and the queen of a nearby Shadow. She has to trick Merlin into getting her to the Pattern, then becomes a pawn for the Pattern in its fight against the Logrus. She loses her eye, having Dworkin replace it with the Jewel of Judgement, and bearing Merlin's child, even though she marries his friend Luke instead.

Dalt : I'd only seen him once, very briefly, via Trump, back at Arbor House. His hair looked golden, or even coppery, by what light there was on it; but I remembered it as a kind of dirty blond by natural light. His eyes, I recalled, were green, though there was no way I could see that now. I did begin to realize for the first time, however, that he was pretty big -- either that or he had chosen fairly short torchbearers. -- Sign of Chaos (book #8)
Dalt is the son of Oberon, and Deela the Desatrix. His mother was a raider, who destroyed several shrines to the Unicorn, before Oberon took his soldiers and captured her. According to Dalt, Oberon raped his mother, and she escaped the dungeons of Amber to have him. He wears a tabard with a lion rending a unicorn (tearing out its throat). He hates Amber, though whenever he's faced any of Oberon's older kids, he's always lost, and pretty badly too. He is a friend, just barely, of Luke and Jasra. He doesn't talk much, but he does act honorably towards his friends. He just doesn't consider most Amberites friendly.

Delwin : "Son of Amber. Wearer of the spikard" -- this from within a shadowy niche to my left. I halted and stared. The frame was white, the glass was gray. Within was a man I had never met. His shirt was black and opened at the neck. He wore a brown leather vest, his hair dark blond, eyes perhaps green. -- Prince of Chaos (book #10)
Delwin, and his sister Sand, are certainly more reclusive than your normal Amberites. After his mother died, and Oberon started some nasty policies towards his home shadow, he and his sister Sand left Amber, vowing to have nothing to do with it ever again. But yet Bleys seems to know him, passing along a spikard to Merlin. Delwin seems like he want to meet Merlin, but he's even more paranoid than the rest. The only time Merlin ever sees him is a vision in a mirror during a dream.

Despil : I had always gotten along reasonably well with Despil, though he tended to take Jurt's side more often than my own. But that was understandable. They were full brothers, and Jurt was the baby. -- Blood of Amber (book #7)
Despil is kind of the middle child in Merlin's family in the Courts of Chaos. Merlin was raised as special, to be a prodigy and a king. Jurt, the youngest, was the real troublemaker and klutz, always getting himself into trouble. Despil just kind of gets lost in the crowd. Despil stays out of the running for the throne of the Courts. Maybe he doesn't like being in the spotlight. Or maybe he's got other, better plans.

Gilva : As I turned away, I saw a half-familiar face off to my right. She was tall and dark-eyed, and she had been staring at me. I had been trying to recall her name earlier, and had failed. Seeing her brought it back, though. I approached her. ... She was a demure and well-bred battle-maid -- with over thirty notches on the haft of her broadsword. -- Prince of Chaos (book #10)
Gilva is an old flame of Merlin's, from when he was still living in the Courts of Chaos. A member of the military House of Hendrake. She believes very strongly in the honor of her family name, and hopes to restart things with Merlin if he stays in the Courts.

She had on a low over-one-shoulder (the left) white dress, fastened at the shoulder with a diamond pin, and she wore a tiara, also of diamonds, which seemed to be radiating in the infrared range amidst her bright hair. She was smiling, and she smelled good, too. Involuntarily I felt myself standing straighter, and I glanced at my fingernails to be certain they were clean. -- Knight of Shadows (book #9)
Jasra isn't just ambitious. That's too tame a term. She'll do anything to get what she wants, be it murder, cheating, or sleeping her way in. After all, she did marry Brand. And not only did she try to get Merlin killed, but by doing so through an old flame. She hates doing things herself, preferring to use agents or middlemen. But if she can't, she'll step in, and get things done. She never trusts anyone, not even her own son. After being married to Brand, she probably has reason to be that way.

Julia Barnes : The figure in the vicinity of my left foot did an about-face and stood staring down at me. She wore a blue robe, but there was no mask upon her fire-reddened face. There was only a tight smile, which went away when she licked her lips. It was Julia, and there was a knife in her right hand. "Always the smartass," she said. "Ready with a flippant answer to any situation. ..." -- Knight of Shadows (book #9)
Julia is kind of a mystery in the books. Maybe she's one of the family's lost children. Maybe she's just a really talented, really lucky person. But she manages to depose her teacher Jasra in sorcery, and comes pretty dang close to killing Merlin on more than one occasion.

"Well, he's nasty. But he's kind of clumsy, too. At least, he's screwed up whenever we've fought and left a piece of himself behind." -- Sign of Chaos (book #8)
Jurt is Merlin's youngest brother. Who's always disliked him, and the feeling is mutual. They dueled several times, with Jurt leaving behind part of an ear, one eye, and gaining some more scars from other wounds too. But despite being rebellious, surly, and generally a pain, he is starting to become a better person. Maybe he's just a sore loser.

Lucas Reynard: six feet tall, red-haired, handsome in spite, or perhaps because, of an artistically broken nose, with the voice and manner of the salesman he was. -- Trumps of Doom (book #6)
Brand's only known living son, Luke is kind of an outsider to the rest of the Amberites. While Merlin spent years studying computers, Luke studied psychology and manipulating human reactions. He's a fast talker who can get himself out of almost any situation, and make a deal for both sides. He can sell just about to anything to anybody, and his biggest product is, of course, himself. And even though he's now stuck with a kingship for a Shadow near Amber, and a wife (pregnant by someone else), Luke can probably even talk himself out of that job.

I held it before me and put the others away, studying the blue eyes and the young, hard, slightly sharp features beneath a mass of pure white hair. He was dressed all in black, save for a bit of white collar ad sleeve showing beneath the glossy tight-fitting jacket. He held three dark steel balls in his right hand. -- Sign of Chaos (book #8)
Mandor is the Courts' master of style and fashion. He has almost irresistable charm, can whip up amazing meals and table setting with custom designed spells. The only time he appears to be nervous seemed to be more careful calculation than anything else. His steel balls, extentions of his sorcerous abilities, are used in a variety of ways. Mandor is a politician behind the scenes, prefering to avoid the public limelight.
"One wonders at his deliveries," my mother said, "without apparent rehersal." "Grace," Suhuy commeted. "He was born with an abundance." "I wonder who will die today?" she said. "I am not certain the implication is warranted," Suhuy replied. She laughed. "And if it is," she said, "they will certainly expire in good taste." -- Prince of Chaos (book #10)

Bill Roth : He was a short, heavy-set man with a somewhat florid complexion, his dark hair streaked with white and perhaps a bit thin on top. -- Trumps of Doom (book #6)
Bill Roth isn't an Amberite. He's a normal human guy from Earth. When Corwin was still living on Shadow Earth, before regaining his memory, Bill was his neighbor and his attorney. Merlin also went to him for advice, and legal counsel occasionally while he was at college on Earth. Merlin brought Mr. Roth to Amber, and since he had no family anymore, he decided to stay there, and work for the court.

Sand : "Okay. The lady," he stated, "is Sand." I stared so hard that I felt the beginnings of a contact. I smothered it. "The long-lost," he added. -- Blood of Amber (book #7)
Sand is Delwin's sister, the self-exiled pair of Oberon's children. No one really knows anything about Sand. Maybe she's working with Delwin, protecting the spikards. Maybe she's devoted to protecting her home shadow from being invaded by the other Amberites. Maybe she's learne how to manipulate dreams, and is trying to control her relatives that way. Or, given the family she's in, maybe she's fighting with her brother.

A large, stooped, grey and red demonic form, horned and half-scaled, regarded me with elliprically pupiled eyes. Its fangs were bared in a smile. "Uncle," I cried as I dismounted. "Greetings!" -- Prince of Chaos (book #10)
Suhuy is the 'master' of the Logrus for the Courts of Chaos. Anyone who wants to walk the Logrus must first go through his training and advice. But if you thought the Amberites could talk in riddles, Suhuy is even worse. Almost as bad as Dworkin. Despite all this, he's still a pretty friendly guy, seeming eager to teach the youngsters of the Courts.
"Uncle, you were often given to cryptic utterances when you were my teacher," I said. "But I've graduated now, and I guess that gives me the right to say I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He chuckled and sipped his beer. -- Prince of Chaos (book #10)

Those are the main characters mentioned in the Chronicles of Amber. None of them can really be counted as 'good guys,' not even the narrators of the books. Corwin readily admits he's no better than his siblings at lying, cheating, subterfuge, and murder. Merlin acts the part of an arrogant womanizer. And just think -- your character will be related to most of these people mentioned here.
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