Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a pastel vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his pastel boots flare out at the collars. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born in a small desert village. Morkral liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Morkral never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, In love, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An older man who has the majority of his body covered in plate, he is not a threatening figure. His white crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. After coming to the age of reason, Valorean took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 600 gp. Rock crystal (70 gp). Jasper (70 gp). Hematite (6 gp). Jet (50 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This light-skinned male prefers to wear violet clothing when he does not wear armor. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He struck the Server job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and balancing his hectic life and new server responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Shy, Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears tattered old clothes. He has shaved his head bald. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

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. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2600 sp. 2 Thunderstones. 3 Tanglefoot bags.