Description: This man stands a little under 4'9" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Herbalist. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Erevan embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, In love, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. 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 is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Azurite (13 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). Jade (110 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Pink pearl (110 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Jade (110 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Red garnet (110 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He carries with him a set of sickles on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Riardon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When Riardon reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2000 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (700 gp).