Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is white and curly. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Immeral isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born to a Mayor, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (12 gp). Tourmaline (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'8". He wears a white armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a axe. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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 has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 260 pp. Red spinel (70 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Banded agate (14 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a blue vest and prefers pastel and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His parents were killed by dire rats in a raid when he was still a young child. The dire rats captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Efferil was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 5000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This northern man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears an entirely blue suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

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 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 served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Lucan 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 Lucan. After months of barely getting by, Lucan managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Just what you see.