Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a tan vest and prefers brown and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a Apothecary first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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: He was born in the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Naill took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'7". He is typically in his Ruler uniform, and his gloved hand is found clutching a trident. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. In his youth he was a Animal Trainer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He has achieved small success as a Ruler.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, he is not a threatening figure. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His ears are large.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. 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 was born several months after his father was called into army service. 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 has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Military. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: Just what you see.