Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries with him a set of bastard swords, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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. Ivellios 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; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1700 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, marred by sweets. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Blue quartz (11 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Amber (40 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears a simple tan robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Uthemar grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Uthemar. Being a Shepherd kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Bonds: Religious, Military, Nature, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Smoker's lung

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

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is silver and curly. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Aelar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: A delicate brass dragon egg (20 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). Silver ewer (20 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his blonde hair up. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. A true patriot, Thervan would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1200 gp. Deep blue spinel (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.