Description: An older man who is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, brown shirt, and pastel tie, he is not a threatening figure. He has moderate length red hair. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. His childhood dream was to be a Stylist, but he was a colossal failure. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insane, Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Zircon (20 gp). Emerald (1500 gp). Black opal (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has shaved his head bald. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Gifted from a young age, Mindartis studied abroad. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Mindartis took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Chrysoprase (60 gp). Zircon (60 gp). White opal (500 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp). Rose (60 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He has green eyes.

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. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Hunter.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 300 pp. Peridot (40 gp). Black pearl (500 gp).