Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 sp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (150 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged man is well dressed, constantly wearing a pastel suit, green shirt, and blue tie, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Dreali hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family 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 has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: In love, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 2200 gp. Sardonyx (80 gp).

Description: He wears black trousers with blue and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of gnolls may trigger it at times.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a very tight haircut. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Through the years after Paelias was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Paelias's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and revenge

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright white and brown, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He carries with him a set of pickaxes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is long and red with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is a great chef.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the east. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 100 gp.