Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears a colorful flower in his black hair. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. The war was a terrible time for him, and Naeris does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Naeris 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Addict, Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1300 gp. Canary diamond (6000 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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. His tied-back hair is silver. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 80 pp. Star rose quartz (30 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). Citrine (30 gp). White opal (1300 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1000 gp. Blue sapphire (1600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Masseuse arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 900 pp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (160 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (160 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (160 gp). Gold and ruby ring (12000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (700 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (160 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (70 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1100 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (160 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (70 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp).

Description: 4'10" and muscular, this southern man wears a green tunic with grey highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Fortune-teller but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in the south to a Fortune-teller, Tharivol learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.