Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is dressed in an above average manner. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the south. 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. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Emotional, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Amethyst (90 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp).

Description: He wears a simple grey robe with pastel stripes complete with hood. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sai, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Rolen took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 4000 gp. Onyx (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Eye agate (15 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Jet (60 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Azurite (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'1" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Paelias never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Poor, In love. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Star ruby (1300 gp).