Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'7". He wears professional attire, and his gloved hand is found clutching a mace. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and elven compassion

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1200 gp. Carnelian (80 gp). Rose (80 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). Iolite (80 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His chestnut hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. 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: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Quarion alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. After a long history of fighting, Quarion and his spouse have recently divorced.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Alexandrite (1600 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His eyes are blue and catlike.

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 is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Fisher arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. After months of barely getting by, Koeth managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 300 gp. Chalcedony (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a tan tunic with black highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. A true patriot, Lucan would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Barkeep; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: Amber (50 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). Amethyst (50 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Rolen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.