Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson red 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 Elf in existence. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Cook business.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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: Money/treasure; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Military, Religious. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He carries with him a set of greatswords, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sage arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'6", this man dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with blue slacks. He has shaved his head bald. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Spice Merchant born in the past three hundred years. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Zûgor was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Spice Merchant. He tends to his Spice Merchant job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and balancing his hectic life and new spice merchant responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1700 gp. Deep green spinel (90 gp).

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears blue painted combat armor at almost all times. He has no crest. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Sethrekar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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. When Sethrekar reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He prefers to wear blue clothing when he does not wear armor. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his lance, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Human culture. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born in the north. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Racist, Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 380 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.