Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. A true patriot, Gennal would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Rich, Family. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (140 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a axe, but if one is not available he will default to his crossbow. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Ugly. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 400 pp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (90 gp). Old masterpiece painting (900 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Thamior was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp).