Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He prefers to wear flannel, marred by beers. His red hair is braided into rings. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

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 is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Citrine (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. A true patriot, Eiravel would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Eiravel never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Philantrophist, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jasper (70 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp). Black opal (1000 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Red garnet (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a tan coat. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Thamior has worked very hard to control his curse. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Greedy, Disease, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Black pearl (400 gp). 1 Medium magic item.