Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and green handkerchief worn on his left side. His brown fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural half-orc artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Family, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Erevan 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. Erevan 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. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1000 pp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (10 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (70 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Jeweled gold crown (8000 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2400 gp). Jeweled gold crown (8000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (70 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (70 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2500 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2400 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (70 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (6000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).

Description: She is wearing a tight red one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 3'0" when asserting herself. Her hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. The war was a terrible time for her, and Thea does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was born into a rich family. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Thea was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 gp. Sard (40 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Amethyst (140 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'4". He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and his gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Eiravel was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 18000 cp.