Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears a white armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Guardian. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Gold music box (4000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and he perpetually has his club ready. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Zook was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Junk Dealer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Junk Dealer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears suspenders and violet workpants. His shirt is tan, and he wears a heavy violet leather apron most of the time. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and revenge

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'1" and likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Vanuath will drive conversation. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Vanuath was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he likes to wear blue tank tops with green pants. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: The child of a Beggar, who enjoyed hunting, Paelias was taken on many hunting expeditions. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 6000 sp.