Description: This malnourished man wears bulky white painted plate armor. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Fivin embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. After a long history of fighting, Fivin and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 800 gp. Golden pearl (60 gp). Tourmaline (60 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his morningstar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Enemies, Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His eyes are gray.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in the north to a Sage, Berrian learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He's also a talented Sculptor, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is red and very short. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Theriatis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and many illithids want him driven away

Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 100 gp. A small bag of saffron. (80 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (100 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1900 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His tied-back hair is white. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. After a long history of fighting, Raer and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Revenge; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.