Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Nutae liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 600 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze and is in decent physical shape. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has green eyes and a brown hat with a blue feather.

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. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 5000 sp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1700 gp).

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 dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Riardon was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Bowyer. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His hair is brown and very short. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Arannis grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. 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. Arannis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a pastel coat with white slacks. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Ivellios was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A freak accident while working with his Bounty Hunter father left him crippled. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Ivellios was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 800 gp.