Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'5" and wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His tied-back hair is auburn. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Eiravel embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

History: Eiravel was born with his father's beautiful face. 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 Shepherd. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Shepherd.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Shepherd responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 80 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Uraim is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. After coming to the age of reason, Uraim took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Uraim was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He carries a battered lance and tarnished greataxe as well. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Reirak grew up listening to his mother's many stories. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 700 sp. Moss agate (4 gp).

Description: This man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Mercenary but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Efferil took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 110 gp. Lapis lazuli (9 gp). 1 Banded mail.