Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. Her skin is dark but she possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. She wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Elama was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Elama took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up falchion and armor she uses now. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Marry her sister to traveling adventurers; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'8" when asserting himself. His crest is cut close to his head. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Dazzazn was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Ranger, 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 Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Dazzazn has worked very hard to control his curse. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature whip.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 260 pp. Azurite (5 gp). Freshwater pearl (5 gp). Sard (60 gp). Moss agate (5 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His golden hair is heavily combed to the right. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is obsessed with his god.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Slave, Religious. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 gp. White pearl (40 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp).

Description: He wears a blue shirt with thin black vertical stripes and green pants. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. 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 into a rich family. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Eiravel has worked very hard to control his curse. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.