Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty violet coat over it. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His golden hair is knotted and matted. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

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 dropped out of school before completing his studies. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Soveliss was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 100 pp. Cloth of gold vestments (120 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (6000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1900 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is typically in his Baker uniform. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was born into a rich family. His childhood dream was to be a Locksmith, but he was a colossal failure. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.