Description: He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his dagger, and he perpetually has his dagger ready. His tied-back hair is blonde. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Thervan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thervan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Thervan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is dressed in an above average manner. His cinnamon fur, when down, is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. 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, Left-Handed is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Left-Handed alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 500 sp. White pearl (90 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy brass crest. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright green and red, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has a hunchback. He has no crest. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. 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: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. His white hair is long and unkept. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Rimple is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Spy they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Mortician, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is content

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.