Description: He wears a pastel tunic with green highlights, and long yellow pants that bunch up around his shoes. He carries with him a set of kukris, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the right. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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. 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, Naill is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Naill abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 260 pp.

Description: He wears just a tan suit. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Job, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 500 pp. Jacinth (5000 gp). Blue star sapphire (1200 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1200 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Amethyst (100 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. The war was a terrible time for him, and Soveliss does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Priest arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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 is greedy.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His long golden hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature lance.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 900 gp.

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 a green cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His ears are large.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.