Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length silver 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 believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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, Aelar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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. 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 Doctor. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and balancing his hectic life and new doctor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Persistence, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Military, Job, Debt. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Jasper (20 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is typically in his Dyer uniform. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Efferil lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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 has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver pearl (50 gp). Jade (50 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Jet (50 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp). Brown-green garnet (50 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). Hematite (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears dark leathers with embroidery. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has no hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Servant. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 gp. Azurite (5 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair is silver and very short. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He tends to his Guard job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Racist, Disease, Greedy. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Black pearl (800 gp). Rose (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His ears are large.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is a great chef.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Debt. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 120 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.