Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He typically wears blue cloth garments or leather armor. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Naeris was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. 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: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 2000 gp. Sardonyx (70 gp). Eye agate (15 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Black opal (500 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a grey collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His white hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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 was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Healer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Ivellios abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Emerald (400 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Amber (160 gp). Emerald (400 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). Star ruby (400 gp). Moss agate (8 gp).

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His skin is also unnaturally pale. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 pp.