Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His auburn hair is lengthy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 12000 sp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sage. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sage arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His childhood dream was to be a Doctor, but he was a colossal failure. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to be a doctor again

Ideals: Philantrophist, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He stands about 4'8" and wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lamlis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 2100 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a axe, but if one is not available he will default to his club. His head has been shaved. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1500 gp.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears bulky blue painted plate armor. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Berrian was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 500 gp.