Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears skinny pants and wears a green and grey robe with the hood down. He wears a colorful flower in his silver hair. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Erevan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He wears bulky yellow painted plate armor. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He wears a simple black robe with white stripes complete with hood. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Caeldrim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Sailor. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and balancing his hectic life and new sailor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 4000 gp. Moss agate (14 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Iolite (60 gp).