Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His hair is cut close to his head. He is baby faced.

Personality: Fivin 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 takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Fivin was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Fivin never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 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 dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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. When Galinndan reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (6000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Naeris was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Unemployed. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naeris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To unite with his sister.

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 900 gp. Obsidian (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. A true patriot, Eiravel would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Eiravel was born the youngest of three triplets. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2300 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (400 gp).

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 typically in his Scribe uniform. His silver hair is singed and shortened. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Thervan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Artistic, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 10000 sp. Banded agate (5 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Brown-green garnet (80 gp). Silver pearl (80 gp).