Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His pastel leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1100 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His red hair is cut short. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Nalral took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He bought a quarterstaff and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He wears his brown fur down. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Banker; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Selfish, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 230 pp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a brown vest and prefers black and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His head has been shaved. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. After coming to the age of reason, Nuraval took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To protect his home.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Guardian, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 40 gp. Malachite (5 gp). 1 Banded mail.