Description: He dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a red coat with green slacks. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Bricklayer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Artistic, Optimist, Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a black Stetson hat and black clothes. His tied-back hair is golden. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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. 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: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Fiery yellow corundum (1200 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Blue star sapphire (1200 gp). Rose (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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. Aerdeth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 800 pp. Iolite (50 gp). Sard (50 gp). White opal (1500 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp). 1 Medium magic item.