Description: He prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor, and he perpetually has his mace ready. His black hair is lengthy. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He found a children's book about a Elf Wizard who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 800 pp. A roughly beaten golden orb (130 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (70 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (600 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2000 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp).

Description: He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. He carries a battered scimitar and tarnished pickaxe as well. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Efferil was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Efferil took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His red hair is cut short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Quarion took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to protect his home

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp).