Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is wearing a tight violet one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is red and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Elf in existence. The war was a terrible time for him, and Eiravel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Eiravel was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This northern woman is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her purple hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She was born in the north. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the north were limited. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and regain custody of her daughter

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears a white shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and pastel pants. Her golden hair is greasy and uncared for. Her violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She tends to her Navigator job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Navigator responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her crest is short and bronze. Her eyes are red.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the north were limited. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (150 gp).

Description: This dark-skinned female has the majority of her body covered in plate. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her black hair is braided into rings. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her green eyes.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: Kabbarg lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. By chance she met her brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found.

Flaws: Greedy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.