Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in the north to a Miller, Thervan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a sickle and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Job, Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 4000 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (50 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (50 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Silver ewer (40 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His tied-back hair is white. His eyes are green.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. 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 dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1000 pp. Obsidian (5 gp). Red spinel (140 gp). White pearl (140 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Jade (140 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His white hair is cut short. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a laborer again

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 pp. Peridot (50 gp). Peridot (50 gp). Red-brown spinel (120 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Peridot (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.