Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Raer never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Emotional, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (150 gp). Jeweled gold crown (7000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears professional attire. He has wavy blonde hair. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Greedy, Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jet (110 gp). Silver pearl (110 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Tourmaline (110 gp). Pink pearl (110 gp). Black opal (1500 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: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears baggy brown pantaloons and a grey scarf. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Gifted from a young age, Thamior studied abroad. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 6000 gp. Bloodstone (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Rose (20 gp).