Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an entirely pastel suit with violet socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has no hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. 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. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 3000 gp. Bloodstone (50 gp). Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Moonstone (50 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. 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 exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He's also a talented Bellfounder, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Slave. Occupation: Priest

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He prefers to wear pastel pants and tee shirts. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is a Scribe first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Beiro took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He tends to his Scribe job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (80 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (80 gp).