Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 5000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a flail, but if one is not available he will default to his morningstar. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his morningstar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His white hair is knotted and matted. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ivellios grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 3000 gp. Rich purple corundum (1400 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp). White pearl (150 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Sard (20 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his ceremonial dagger. His hair is white and very short. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Mundane, Shy. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 4000 gp. Gold music box (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.