Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Bowyer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born into a rich family. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a grey shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and tan pants. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. He has green eyes and a grey hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

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 he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. 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: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Rich, Military, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 300 pp.