Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His hair is short and brown. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Debt, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His long blue hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Cairn was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. In his youth he was a Merchant, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1800 pp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. 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 with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Disease, Hedonist, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a mace, but if one is not available he will default to his flail. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac, PTSD. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 400 sp. Jet (60 gp).