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 tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is auburn and very short. His eyes are amber.

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 dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

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 dropped out of school before completing his studies. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 2000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1700 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (20 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (20 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Silver ewer (20 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1200 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Thervan never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, In love, Has a crush. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.