Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. At a young age his mother died while driving off some giants. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in lance use. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 3000 gp. Brown-green garnet (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He carries a battered mace and tarnished sai as well. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Impulsive. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 100 pp. Onyx (20 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Moss agate (9 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has a very tight haircut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Layabout arts, while his mother 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: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 3000 gp. Zircon (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp). Jade (50 gp). Rich purple corundum (1400 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.