Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and his gloved hand is found clutching a glaive. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. 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: He would like to get married and retire; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 pp. Sard (40 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Golden pearl (90 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). Rose (40 gp). Star ruby (400 gp).

Description: A 4'10" northern man, he wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 400 pp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a white tunic with black highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes and is in decent physical shape. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When Mindartis 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. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.