Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a blue tunic with black highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Nutae hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He found a children's book about a Elf Barbarian who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is dressed in earthy colors with a white and black handkerchief worn on his right side. He keeps his long red crest kept up in a rat tail. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Medrash was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His childhood dream was to be a Gardener, but he was a colossal failure. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3000 sp. Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Rose (30 gp). Sard (30 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. His head has been shaved. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Naill hails from a village terrorized by brigands. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Naill was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a black collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Religious. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.