Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a brown shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born in the north to a Mayor, Traki learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Selfish, Shy. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Carnelian (50 gp). Peridot (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his feathered black hat.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1000 pp. Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Black opal (600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). Blue star sapphire (600 gp). Jet (60 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp). Coral (60 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp).

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His black hair is still thick. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

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. He is a great chef.

History: Gifted from a young age, Quarion studied abroad. Quarion 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. 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: Money/treasure; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Eye agate (10 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). Emerald (1000 gp). Jade (100 gp). Deep green spinel (100 gp). Pink pearl (100 gp). Obsidian (10 gp).