Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Shepherd. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 2000 gp. Gold and ruby ring (8000 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered green stockings, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'10" when asserting himself. He wears his blonde hair up. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Aramil hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Aramil was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: He wants revenge against goblins; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a black scarf. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Paelias was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Glassblower. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 2300 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has shaved his head bald. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Dreali 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Healer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Poor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 800 gp. Star rose quartz (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bow, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. 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 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 would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 3000 gp.