Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a yellow shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and is pretty ugly. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

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. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his 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 has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He got into the Tailor business at a young age. His childhood dream was to be a Baker, but he was a colossal failure. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Gifted from a young age, Robert studied abroad. When Robert reached his early adolescence his Human 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. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job, Attractive. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 4000 sp. Red garnet (130 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp).

Description: This man usually wears his black robe and has his rapier always slung over his shoulder, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His golden hair is still thick. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his top black hat.

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 Human in existence. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of drow once and for all.

History: Heward was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He became a Barrister soon after.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 120 gp.