Description: This man stands a little under 4'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. This brown eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when goblins swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Hadarai was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the goblins.

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

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 9000 sp. Hematite (12 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he usually wears his tan robe and has his nunchaku always slung over his shoulder. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 heavily combed to the left. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Spice Merchant. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Passionate. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He is portly but not overly obese. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are gray.

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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 500 gp. Red spinel (80 gp). Rose (70 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Sard (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and a wedding ring on his left hand. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Theriatis hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Theriatis never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Artistic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.