Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 6 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Galinndan never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. This gray eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is dressed in a clean yellow cloak covering his clean studded leather. He is an epitome of beauty. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He's also a talented Unemployed, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and expand his business

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears red robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a monstrous two handed axe, but if one is not available he will default to his morningstar. He carries with him a set of morningstars on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 53. 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 has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 4000 gp. Chrysoberyl (150 gp).