Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. He carries with him a set of axes, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has no hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. While he appears to be a normal Half-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; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a fancy violet suit. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. This gray eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Dyer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Riardon abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 700 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

Description: She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She carries with her a set of clubs, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her tied-back hair is brown. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ielenia isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. She is an amazing painter.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Dilettante hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ielenia fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, she wears tattered old clothes. Her bronze crest is heavily combed to the right. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She was born in a small forest village. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Farideh took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up nunchaku and armor she uses now. She bought a nunchaku and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 40 pp. Pink pearl (150 gp). Jet (150 gp).