Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He sports a flattop hair cut. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He typically wears red cloth garments or leather armor. His black hair is braided into rings. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When Riardon reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a red coat with green slacks, marred by beers. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Through the years after Galinndan was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Galinndan's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 5000 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (140 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1700 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Gifted from a young age, Ahvain studied abroad. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Ahvain took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 80000 cp. Rock crystal (70 gp). Rich purple corundum (400 gp). Jet (130 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Koeth lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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 owns his own business.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and to settle down with his crush

Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Family, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver pearl (90 gp). 1 Medium magic item.