Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his gray fur down. 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's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Layabout hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 700 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (900 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (20 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (900 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly greataxes and bastard swords. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 mother 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Elven people; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. 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 left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 100000 cp.

Description: This man prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his right hand. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. 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, Ront is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Ront was born the youngest of three triplets. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

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

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 230 gp.