Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears skinny pants and wears a violet and yellow robe with the hood down. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. After a long history of fighting, Vanuath and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 8000 gp. Moss agate (12 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (100 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Deep green spinel (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He carries with him a set of kukris on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is an amazing painter.

History: Gifted from a young age, Tharivol studied abroad. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has wavy white hair. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1100 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it, and his gloved hand is found clutching a falchion. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. A true patriot, Uthemar would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Uthemar was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 90 pp. Star ruby (1100 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Azurite (4 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Jade (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. 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 to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Fivin 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Guardian, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.