Description: He wears dull tan sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sword, just in case. He carries with him a set of swords, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in a small plains village. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Rael's homeland. Rael decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 10. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Varis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and doesn't want to be a scribe and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 100 gp. Alexandrite (300 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. He has styled his silver crest well, parting it to the right. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Passionate, Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: 6'3" and muscular, this northern man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He keeps his black fur in a pixie cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Trail is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Trail was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 3000 cp.