Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. 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: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon 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.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Amethyst (50 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longbow, but if one is not available he will default to his flail. His tied-back hair is black. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Flaws: Shy, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 600 gp. Alexandrite (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has green eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ahvain isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Racist, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2500 gp. Jet (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man tends to wear a pastel poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Armorer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Armorer for the past few years.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job, Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 600 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Fortune-teller born in the past three hundred years. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 Fortune-teller. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Fortune-teller for hire.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Job, Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 120000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.