Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He wears a black collared shirt and pastel pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He is a great chef.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he is content

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Addict. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Iolite (20 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Amethyst (150 gp).

Description: He is in excellent shape and is wearing a long, green cloak. His hair is blonde and curly. His ears are large.

Personality: Aelar hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his pickaxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. 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 loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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 has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Justice, Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Malachite (16 gp). Silver pearl (80 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp).