Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Traki took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Passionate, Artistic. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 4000 gp. Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Freshwater pearl (5 gp). Malachite (5 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has brown hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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 taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents and is in decent physical shape. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Military. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 4000 gp. Obsidian (16 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Red garnet (50 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.