Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he very much looks the part of a Mortician. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He uses divination through singing.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Elf 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and to be a dilettante again

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 2900 sp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His hair is blonde and very short. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Dreali embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Elves. 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, Dreali is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He wears his black hair down. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (80 gp). 1 Climber’s kit. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: He is wearing a long, brown cloak. His red crest is heavily combed to the left. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Brewer profession.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Fletcher for hire.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Disease, Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1300 gp. Jasper (60 gp). Sard (60 gp). Deep green spinel (140 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). Sard (60 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His golden hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Warryn isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Gnomish unity. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Warryn was born the youngest of three triplets. His parents were killed by brigands in a raid when he was still a young child. The brigands captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Warryn was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dyer and was forced into it by his family; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 6000 cp.