Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and balancing his hectic life and new ruler responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 3000 gp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Citrine (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has shaved his head bald. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Dreali liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. His auburn hair is still thick. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 3000 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1000 gp).