Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Eiravel lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Shoemaker they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Servant, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and regain custody of his son

Flaws: Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 3000 gp. Solid gold idol (700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (160 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born in the north. 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 recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Azurite (13 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Jet (160 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Brown-green garnet (160 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'5" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing violet cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.