Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a brown shirt with thin pastel vertical stripes and green pants. His golden hair is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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, Caeldrim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Persistence, Justice. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 gp. A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). A small bag of saffron. (100 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (4000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Gold and ruby ring (12000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (6000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears a tan feathered hat and tan clothes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his mace, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Berrian isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. A true patriot, Berrian would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Berrian was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Secretive, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the left. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Himo took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He bought a trident and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and elven compassion

Flaws: Addict, Racist. Bonds: Slave, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).