Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Rolen was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and to be a architect again

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Mentor, Has a crush. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and carries flails. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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 will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1000 gp. Amber (140 gp). Golden pearl (140 gp). Star ruby (1200 gp). Canary diamond (3000 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a white coat over a yellow low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. He carries a battered ceremonial dagger and tarnished warhammer as well. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Theren was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Cook they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Spice Merchant, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. A silver and pearl hairclip (90 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (80 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1500 gp).