Description: This man stands a little under 5'5" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Nim isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his club with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His white crest is singed and shortened. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His parents enrolled him in a Rogue school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Star rose quartz (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. Her auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: She got into the Servant business at a young age. In her 10th year, her parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Myev alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 270 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a brown shirt with thin black vertical stripes and pastel pants. Her fur is white, silky, and of moderate length. Her amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: She was born in a small mountains village. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and she wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: This northern woman is abnormally tall. She wears tattered old clothes. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. Her black hair is well kept. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Syllin isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. She disdains her fellow northerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She was born in the north. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Citrine (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp).