Description: A moderately attractive man, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is chestnut and curly. He has hazel eyes and a black hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Berrian hails from a village terrorized by giants. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Berrian was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1900 sp.

Description: He wears suspenders and violet workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy violet leather apron most of the time. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Purban speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He carries with him a set of shields on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are gray.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Beiro isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1200 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 6'8", this man wears a worn and beaten armor. His brass crest is lengthy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

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 is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the south were limited. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bow.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

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

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears dull white sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed warhammer, just in case. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

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 invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Thoradin never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 170 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Deep green spinel (90 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.