Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'0". He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and his gloved hand is found clutching a nunchaku. His brown hair is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears long strands of sapphire and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His black fur is lengthy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 island due to the painful memories there. Lone took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He stands about 6'2" and very much looks the part of a Farmer. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His black hair is knotted and matted. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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 Farmer. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Farmer for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 300 gp. Lapis lazuli (6 gp). Amber (90 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. Her black crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Furrele is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Terse, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She is physically well-built. Her green crest is unkempt and raggedy. Her red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Uadjit was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She helped her father out around the business and became quite the natural. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 190 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp).