Description: He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a pastel coat with green slacks, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. His hair is cut close to his head. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Naill isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born in the east to a Server, Naill learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His ears are large.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. 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: He is greedy; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1300 gp. A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (120 gp). Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sellsword arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Traki abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He takes great joy in being the best Body Guard in town.

History: Lucan was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Body Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Body Guard responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1100 gp. Hematite (8 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.