Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and yellow handkerchief worn on his right side, marred by chocolates. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born into a rich family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mercenary for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Blue sapphire (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Ruler for hire.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with pastel lining and desert motifs, marred by chocolates. He wears his auburn hair up. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Nature, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.