Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Thervan speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. 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 a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Banded agate (14 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a simple grey robe with blue stripes complete with hood. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He is physically well-built. His hair is long and silver with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Farmer. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the north to a Farmer, Theren learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Bather. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 800 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). A small bag of saffron. (100 gp). Jeweled anklet (4000 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2300 gp). Silver ewer (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (700 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: An older man who wears black painted combat armor at almost all times, he is not a threatening figure. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Laucian was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He's also a talented Stableman, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sage responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Bonds: Job, Religious, Poor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1100 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1500 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He carries with him a set of axes on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His hair is long and white with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Efferil hails from a village terrorized by drow. In his youth he was a Slave Trader, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Efferil was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.