Description: He wears a grey collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is physically well-built. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Bricklayer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Fivin was born the youngest of three triplets. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Family, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Quarion hails from a village terrorized by goblins. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He dresses well, wearing pastel shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. 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, Erevan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Erevan was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 3000 sp. Rose (40 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). Red spinel (100 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His black hair is singed and shortened. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in the north to a Farmer, Berrian learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Farmer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Farmer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Berrian never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new farmer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1100 gp.