Description: He stands about 5'3" and wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His white hair is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Lucan is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 9000 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1400 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (60 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a sword on his belt. He carries with him a set of swords, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a tattooed 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 also has developed a complete distrust of the Miller profession.

History: He got into the Sculptor business at a young age. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants revenge against drow.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 300 pp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2100 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a brown shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. 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 to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 pp. Citrine (20 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his rapier. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (170 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Jeweled gold crown (8000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (3000 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (170 gp).

Description: He wears professional attire. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His hair is long and black with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Dreali took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it; and to clean up the streets

Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Enemies, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.