Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Paelias fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Scottish accent

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

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. This hazel eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is content; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 210 pp. Rock crystal (50 gp). Zircon (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly daggers and sickles. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length white hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 10000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a tan coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 400 gp. Aquamarine (200 gp). White pearl (50 gp). Citrine (60 gp).

Description: This man wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his right hand. His hair is short and white. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Thervan 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 Thervan. Being a Painter kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 50000 cp.