Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He tends to wear a large white jacket. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Paelias 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. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 3000 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 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 is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears a colorful flower in his blonde hair. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born into a rich family. 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 taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away; and a deep hatred of drow

Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 400 pp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (900 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (70 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man usually wears his white robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder and is in decent physical shape. 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: 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 does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 2000 gp.