Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat, marred by chocolates. He wears his brown hair down. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Erevan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Erevan lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears a blue collared shirt and tan skirt. She accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. Her brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Sariel was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Bather hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: This tall, slender woman is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Priest. Her black hair is knotted and matted. Her fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Her mother took her hunting and taught her how to get in the mind of other creatures. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Priest for the past few years.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born in the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the west were limited. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Actor

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Just what you see.