Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. Erevan was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Masseuse. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Sensitive, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 3000 gp. Azurite (9 gp). Banded agate (9 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a tan coat. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1000 gp. Alexandrite (600 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Amethyst (140 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp). Rich purple corundum (900 gp). Black star sapphire (900 gp). Jet (140 gp). Red-brown spinel (140 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 4'10" and wears an entirely green suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has no hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his painting with anyone who is interested.

History: Thamior lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, 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 east 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 south. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a mason and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.