Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When Naill 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 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 has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1400 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2900 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and very much looks the part of a Weaver. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 struck the Weaver job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears a brown tunic with pastel highlights, and long red pants that bunch up around his shoes, and he perpetually has his scimitar ready. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Naal lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To protect his home; and doesn't want to be a gardener and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Hedonist, Ugly. Bonds: Family, Guardian. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Gifted from a young age, Azaki studied abroad. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He tends to his Guard job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Guard responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp. Alexandrite (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears just a brown suit, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born in a small desert village. 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. Quarion took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Slave, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 300 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (140 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.