Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his small pastel hat.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Ahvain took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Immigrant, Guardian. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries a battered flail and tarnished halberd as well. He has auburn hair. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Galinndan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Military, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'0" northern man, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with white colored cloaks and clothing. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Thamior reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. He became a Barrister soon after.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military, Job. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 4000 gp. Moss agate (15 gp). Sardonyx (70 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.