Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His golden hair is braided into rings. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: Erevan hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Erevan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 4000 gp. Blue quartz (15 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Hematite (15 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Eye agate (15 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1400 gp). Rose (70 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). Moss agate (15 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a simple red robe with white stripes complete with hood. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a Soapmaker first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Soapmaker.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Soapmaker responsibilities is difficult; and to be a sculptor again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 pp. Citrine (50 gp). Pink pearl (150 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Pink pearl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Born in the north to a Brewer, Tharivol learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Job, In love, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 400 pp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.