Description: This man stands a little under 5'5" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed greataxe, just in case. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Beiro reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and elven compassion

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Family, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His brown 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 is extraordinarily eccentric. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Riardon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. After coming to the age of reason, Riardon took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and money/treasure

Ideals: Optimist, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Sardonyx (20 gp). Red spinel (130 gp). Blue sapphire (500 gp).