Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a black shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

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 is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: In love, Rich, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 3000 gp. Azurite (7 gp). Deep green spinel (120 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears dull red sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed mace, just in case. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Eiravel was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Bricklayer. He bought a mace and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1000 gp. Red-brown spinel (110 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp).

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has a very tight haircut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.