Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, grey shirt, and green tie. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. 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 is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Erevan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 600 pp. Rose (80 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). Black opal (1100 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Eiravel was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. After months of barely getting by, Eiravel managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with red lining and desert motifs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'8" when asserting himself. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Through the years after Riardon was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Riardon's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Riardon and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Guard; and he's in love

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, marred by chocolates. His hair is cut close to his head. He has green eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 pp. Jeweled anklet (4000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (180 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'3" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Locksmith born in the past three hundred years. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Quarion has worked very hard to control his curse. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Locksmith for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1700 gp. Solid gold idol (900 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).