Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: Lamlis is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1700 sp. Sardonyx (60 gp). Star ruby (600 gp). Jasper (60 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His orange fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. 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, Ethereal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Dyer, his father struggled to pay the bills. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Baker

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This malnourished man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His silver crest is smooth and relatively long. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Sethrekar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Actor

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His head has been shaved. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears green 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 trident, and carries tridents. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Tharivol 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. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Racist. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 100 gp.