Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 39. 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 the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a black scarf. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly spears and hand crossbows. His blonde hair is still thick. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Himo took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. Being a Bowyer 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: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is greedy

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 6000 gp. Blue quartz (15 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Pink pearl (110 gp). Amethyst (110 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Rose (80 gp). Amethyst (110 gp). Rose (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'5" when asserting himself. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. A true patriot, Erdan would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a Bounty Hunter, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Shipwright hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 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 wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Mindartis hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. Being a Spice Merchant 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: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1500 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 81. 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 lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. 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 left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Lazy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.