Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is typically in his Brewer uniform. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a black tunic with brown highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. He carries with him a set of tridents, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has wavy black hair. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Persistence, Philantrophist. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1500 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his kukri with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is an epitome of beauty. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. 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 considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Raer was born with his mother's beautiful face. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. 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 is content.

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 20000 cp. Sard (20 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a white vest and prefers yellow and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Ivellios was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. 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.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 30 pp. 1 Minor magic item.