Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is wearing a tight violet one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Apothecary arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 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 has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Terse, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Malachite (11 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Amber (130 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Star ruby (400 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His hair is silver and curly. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Naill was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: He wants revenge against brigands; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Citrine (70 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Rich purple corundum (1100 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp). Rose (70 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Amber (50 gp). Pink pearl (50 gp).

Description: He has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He takes great joy in being the best Armorer in town.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Armorer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He became a Armorer soon after.

Motivation: To be a Scribe again; and elven compassion

Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.