Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is chestnut and very short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 40. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

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. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Has a crush, Debt. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His crest is cut close to his head. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a blue vest and prefers brown and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Brottor speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Barkeep but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Brottor was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he wants revenge against orcs

Ideals: Impeccable, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and carries ceremonial daggers. His red hair is long and unkept. 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's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 60 gp. Chrysoprase (50 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is typically in his Body Guard uniform. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. This amber eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Thradal was born with his father's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Everburning torch.