Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His crest is bronze and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears just a grey suit, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'10" when asserting himself. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

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 is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Hadarai took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-elven people

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with green lining and desert motifs. He carries a battered scythe and tarnished glaive as well. His hair is red and very short. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He is a Merchant first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 Merchant. He's also a talented Soapmaker, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: This man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his left hand. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Roondar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Rich, In love. Occupation: Miner

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Citrine (70 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a violet coat with grey slacks. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Solomon grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Solomon. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Bloodstone (20 gp). Azurite (4 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp).