Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Fivin embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He got into the Baker business at a young age. 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 Baker. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears pastel trousers with brown and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has wavy black hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Caeldrim took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortspear.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 5000 sp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (3000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Nim lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Through the years after Nim was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Nim's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Blue quartz (9 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has shaved his head bald. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bounty Hunter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 sp. Finely wrought small gold bracelet (80 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. He has no hair. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.