Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Dworic was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bricklayer. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are black and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Secretive, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 6000 cp. Eye agate (9 gp).

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she is dressed in earthy colors with a red and black handkerchief worn on her left side. She has a very tight haircut. Her eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: She was raised in a forest tribe. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and meet up once more with her childhood friend

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Forgetful. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 190 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. During his travels, Eiravel and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Eiravel discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Eiravel fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Has a crush, Immigrant. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 110 gp.