Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a white coat with blue slacks. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His eyes are green and beady.

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. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. Through the years after Suhnae was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Suhnae's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Suhnae and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 10000 sp. Blue sapphire (1600 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Rose (70 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 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. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. 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, Lucan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lucan 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 wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Jasper (30 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. Enialis is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man is typically in his Server uniform. His white hair is braided into rings. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Rolen embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Rolen was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family, Poor, Debt. Occupation: Server

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 30000 cp. Black pearl (500 gp). Carnelian (20 gp).

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'8" when asserting himself. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. During his travels, Riardon and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Riardon discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Riardon fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 80000 cp.