Description: A 4'8" eastern man, he tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair is long and black with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Nutae 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... Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Nutae alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Nutae was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and many orcs want him driven away

Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 40 pp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (50 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (110 gp).

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and carries hammers. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He uses divination through singing.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many yellow ritualistic tattoos. He wears a grey vest and prefers yellow and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. After coming to the age of reason, Rolen took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a pastel Stetson hat and pastel clothes. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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 used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He became a Merchant soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: He has a large red mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His red hair is braided into rings. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. The war was a terrible time for him, and Theriatis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: The child of a Banker, who enjoyed hunting, Theriatis was taken on many hunting expeditions. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1600 gp.