Description: He wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is red, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

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 Half-Elf in existence. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Uthemar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp).

Description: He wears a violet cloak and cross-gartered green stockings. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Qualen abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature axe.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Hematite (14 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Fire opal (1200 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His hair is short and auburn. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Naeris was born with his mother's beautiful face. When Naeris reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Military, Attractive. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'0". He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, and his gloved hand is found clutching a warhammer. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Reynard is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Banded mail.