Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is golden and curly. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. The war was a terrible time for him, and Varis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Varis 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 Varis. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized red coat. He has moderate length blonde hair. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (700 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and usually wears his black robe and has his scythe always slung over his shoulder. He has a very tight haircut. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Tharivol 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. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Tharivol never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and elven compassion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: In love, Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with yellow colored cloaks and clothing. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict, Mundane, Ugly. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 200 pp. Rose (20 gp). Blue sapphire (1200 gp). Jacinth (4000 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This southern man wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. His clothes are grease stained in places. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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, Dreali is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 800 gp. A small bag of saffron. (70 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1100 gp).