Description: This man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his left hand. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. He has amber eyes.

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 able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theriatis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a black coat with brown slacks. He carries a battered sai and tarnished kukri as well. He has wavy blonde hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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. Being a Server kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Server

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 29000 cp. Deep green spinel (160 gp). Malachite (5 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a hand crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Mormo lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When Mormo reached his early adolescence his Tiefling mother 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. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Family, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 110 pp. A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (10 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (10 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears just a green suit. He wears his brown hair down. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

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 Elf in existence. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Dreali was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Revenge; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.