Description: Standing 6'3", this man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His chestnut hair is still thick. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are white.

Personality: Valafar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Warrior, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He became a Fletcher soon after.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Citrine (20 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp).

Description: She is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. Her white crest has been sun bleached extensively. Her gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Savaran has worked very hard to control her curse. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and regain custody of her daughter

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Slave. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Berrian was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Map Maker. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 60 pp. A delicate brass dragon egg (30 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has silver crest. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Kriv took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Sage. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's in love; and he's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Military, Nature. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 30000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.