Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His hair is cut close to his head. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Insomniac, Racist, Insane. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears bulky white painted plate armor. His tied-back hair is blonde. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Riardon was born with his mother's beautiful face. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Riardon has worked very hard to control his curse. During his travels, Riardon and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Riardon discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Riardon fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Impeccable, Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 35000 sp. Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Thervan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. 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: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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 Brewer. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 gp. Black opal (600 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). White pearl (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Fire opal (600 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Chrysoberyl (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.