Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull green iron scale mail. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is a great chef.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (15 gp). Hematite (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, 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. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Ivellios is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Ivellios lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. Some 4 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Ivellios never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 200 pp. Solid gold idol (800 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (60 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: He dresses like a well dressed Assassin does, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'11" when asserting himself. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: Gennal is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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. He struck the Assassin job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Glassblower again; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (4000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.