Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 56. 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 is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Immeral hails from a village terrorized by drow. 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 name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 16000 sp.

Description: He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Koeth's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Koeth was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Bricklayer. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is long and brown with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Through the years after Aelar was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Aelar's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 60000 cp. Carnelian (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is golden and curly. His eyes are violet.

Personality: Berrian hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Berrian was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. 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 is greedy

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a scythe on his belt, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has shaved his head bald. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Mercenary father left him crippled. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: White pearl (150 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp).