Description: He wears a black shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and green pants. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly flails and kukris. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is his passion; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He usually wears his black robe and has his ceremonial dagger always slung over his shoulder. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 110 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp).

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His yellow fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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: 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. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He has worked as a Fletcher like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'9" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a spear, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. He has done his best to style his blonde hair to look like a famous performer. This blue eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Lamlis isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. He is a great chef.

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, Lamlis 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 leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 3000 sp. Onyx (30 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He has green eyes.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Erevan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Military, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 cp.