Description: He is in excellent shape and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Aquamarine (900 gp). Malachite (5 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and 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 styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He comes from a rich southern 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Sard (80 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Malachite (7 gp). Coral (130 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is dressed in earthy colors with a yellow and red handkerchief worn on his right side. His red hair is knotted and matted. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Thervan was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Thervan decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears dull green sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed axe, just in case. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has wavy golden hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born in a small plains village. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 12000 sp. Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.