Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 35. 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. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 gp. Violet garnet (1300 gp). Blue sapphire (1400 gp). Red spinel (150 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man dresses like a well dressed Stylist does, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Quarion wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Quarion was born the youngest of three triplets. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Disciplined, Extrovert. Bonds: Job, In love, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 gp. Eye agate (14 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Fire opal (400 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a pastel coat with grey slacks. His tied-back hair is white. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Halimath was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 400 pp. Azurite (9 gp). Jade (50 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). Golden pearl (50 gp). Brown-green garnet (50 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Sard (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a brown deerstalker hat and brown clothes, and is pretty ugly. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 20. 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 motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born in the south. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's in love; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses well, wearing grey shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Varis was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Server hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 6000 sp. Red spinel (140 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp).