Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Courier.

Motivation: To be a Dilettante again; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Courier

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

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His brown hair is long and unkept. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Galinndan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. The war was a terrible time for him, and Galinndan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His head has been shaved. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Qualen wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Barbarian, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Qualen was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Marshal. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to be a performer again

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Thunderstones. 8 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. 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: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. 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 now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears long strands of amethyst and short grey dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Travok isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 230 gp. 1 Antitoxin.