Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He prefers to wear pastel clothing when he does not wear armor. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. 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: To find somewhere to settle down; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Guardian. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 15000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. He is an epitome of beauty. He has brown hair. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Berrian grew up listening to his father's many stories. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Miner profession.

History: He got into the Junk Dealer business at a young age. When Lamlis 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Junk Dealer for the past few years.

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

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 gp. Smoky quartz (70 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp).