Description: He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is white and very short. His face is scarred and worn.

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 seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1000 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 4000 gp. Golden pearl (90 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a monstrous two handed axe on his belt. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theriatis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new spy responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Brown-green garnet (160 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp).