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 typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull tan iron scale mail. His golden hair is braided into rings. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Body Guard who has hired him part-time. The war was a terrible time for him, and Riardon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Fortune-teller. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Has a crush, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 pp. Moss agate (12 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and tan robe with the hood down. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Passionate, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (60 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He carries with him a set of nunchakus on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Fivin isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and doesn't want to be a soapmaker and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2000 gp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.