Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He is an epitome of beauty. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. 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 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. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Roofer. He carries with him a set of sais on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

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 is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Nim was born the youngest of three triplets. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Roofer. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Roofer.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (50 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1200 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1200 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a fancy brown suit. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp. Violet garnet (200 gp). Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp).