Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

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 a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stylist hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (20 gp). A small bag of saffron. (20 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'3" and wears tattered old clothes. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is a Weaver first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To be a Junk Dealer again.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 40 pp. Violet garnet (1500 gp). Banded agate (12 gp).

Description: This man wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his left hand. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Beiro isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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 he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1500 gp. Moonstone (70 gp).

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and likes to wear ponchos typically of a light grey in addition to tight pants. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. He is baby faced.

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 disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Riardon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: Quarion wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Quarion enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Born to a Cook, his father struggled to pay the bills. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion 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; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 40000 cp.