Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and carries hand crossbows. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a Baker first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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: Eiravel was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Baker. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and balancing his hectic life and new baker responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 800 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (140 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (70 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (70 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He usually wears his black robe and has his greatsword always slung over his shoulder. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 57. 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 is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 110000 cp.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He carries a battered flail and tarnished shortbow as well. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. 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: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Scribe and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Ugly. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 10000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man wears a simple blue robe with tan stripes complete with hood. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Beloril hails from a village terrorized by goblins. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants revenge against goblins.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Attractive. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 260 gp.