Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 2000 gp. Zircon (60 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. 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. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 800 pp. A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1800 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When Efferil reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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 was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Hematite (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.