Description: A 5'1" northern man, he wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Baker but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. 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 bought a trident and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 700 pp. Eye agate (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his axe. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Rolen was born the youngest of three triplets. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mercenary and was forced into it by his family; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Family, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 pp. Sard (80 gp). Rose (80 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). White opal (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a blue shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He got money to start a business from the gang present in town. He is greatly indebted to them.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 3000 gp. Blue sapphire (1200 gp).