Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'4". He wears a white shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and his gloved hand is found clutching a spear. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Laucian embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Through the years after Laucian was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Laucian's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 300 pp. Carnelian (30 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Chrysoberyl (50 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Blue sapphire (700 gp).

Description: He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Eiravel was born with his father's beautiful face. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. 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 wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Opinionated, Persistence. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 3000 gp. Banded agate (16 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears just a black suit. He is physically well-built. His hair is long and black with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Thamior hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 2000 gp.