Description: He is scrawny and has patchy red stubble. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He has a hunchback. He has no hair. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Quarion was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Quarion decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Being a Crown-heir kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. Her white hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are violet.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Ekk is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. At some point she was captured by giants and was tortured. After several years of this she finally managed to escape. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and revenge

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 300 sp. 2 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). She carries a battered crossbow and tarnished nunchaku as well. Her red hair is well kept. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She was a friend to animals and a trickster. In her defense of animals however she would do severe harm to people. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Werydd fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it, marred by sweets. Her red hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady blue eyes.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 18. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. When she's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, she's doing music.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Finellen was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She has never given up on her music dream.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Mentor, Slave. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1000 sp. White pearl (90 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). 1 Masterwork studded leather.