Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1600 gp. Citrine (80 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with music. He constantly tries to fill his life with music. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

History: He got into the Mercenary business at a young age. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mercenary. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 7000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a tattered pair of loose red pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His golden hair is cut short. He has violet eyes and a red hat with a white feather.

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. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Berrian was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Berrian was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Berrian decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He very much looks the part of a Seamstress. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. 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 with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Seamstress.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson blue hat.

Personality: Thamior is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Thamior 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Military, Debt. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.