Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and grey handkerchief worn on his right side. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Locksmith business.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south 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: Regain custody of his daughter; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 4000 gp. Red spinel (160 gp).

Description: He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his longbow, and carries longbows. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Aramil was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and many brigands want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Finely wrought small gold bracelet (10 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (500 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with black slacks. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is content; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Aquamarine (800 gp). Jet (60 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Jet (60 gp). Pink pearl (60 gp).