Description: This late middle aged man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior and is in decent physical shape. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. 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. 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: He's in love; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 4000 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (40 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (60 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (60 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp).

Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Tharivol hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Masseuse arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Indian accent

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

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Armorer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Armorer.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 1000 gp. Hematite (10 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). Deep green spinel (100 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp).