Description: He is wearing a tight blue one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is silver and curly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He is a Yochlol in disguise. 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 is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 120000 cp.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Aelar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Aelar was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He carries a battered shortbow and tarnished axe as well. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 42. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Aerdeth was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aerdeth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: He is typically in his Servant uniform, and he perpetually has his lance ready. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Family, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. Rael 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 is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp. Blue star sapphire (400 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.