Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed violet hat.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born into a rich family. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Opinionated, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has moderate length white hair. He has several tiny sapphire 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 is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Gifted from a young age, Aelar studied abroad. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (900 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (10 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (900 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'7" when asserting himself. His brown hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: Mindartis hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gifted student he started as a Weaver, but he got bored and became a Sailor. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new sailor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic, Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his tan robe. His hair is short and golden. He has green eyes and a black hat with a tan feather.

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. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. 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 now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 90000 cp.

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 tends to wear a large white jacket. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Riardon liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2300 gp.