Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. 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: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Greedy, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Arannis was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 2000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1900 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (50 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tharivol does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in the east. When Tharivol reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.