Description: He is in excellent shape and sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His white hair is braided into rings. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. 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 to loving parents in a slum to the north. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Terse, Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 3000 gp. Black opal (1500 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Blue star sapphire (1500 gp). Moonstone (30 gp).

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He carries with him a set of swords on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Theriatis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 3000 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (100 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull yellow iron scale mail. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Quarion's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Quarion lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. One day when Quarion was young, his mother was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his mother dropped to the ground dead. His mother had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Quarion was heart-stricken from the event, and his father started working long hours to provde for them. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

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