Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Server arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Berrian was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Some 2 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Berrian never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Military, In love. Occupation: Server

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 3000 gp. White pearl (110 gp). Hematite (6 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He dresses like a well dressed Spice Merchant does. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Lucan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. 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: He is unsatisfied with his job; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Job, Slave, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His white hair is knotted and matted. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Eiravel was born the youngest of three triplets. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: Just what you see.