Description: He wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a nunchaku, but if one is not available he will default to his halberd. He is physically well-built. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. 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, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

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

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 3100 sp.

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, and he perpetually has his scimitar ready. His hair is black and very short. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Scribe arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 310 gp. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Pelaios was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. When Pelaios reached his early adolescence his Tiefling father 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 tends to his Stylist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 7000 sp. Aquamarine (1100 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp).