Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'7". He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, and his gloved hand is found clutching a warhammer. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

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 Erevan 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 has worked as a Masseuse like his father before him.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 700 gp. Carnelian (20 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Red garnet (100 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insane. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Aramil took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and revenge

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1600 gp. Black opal (500 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Koeth hails from a village terrorized by giants. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Hunter they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Doctor, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Family, Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a grey collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, marred by chocolates. He has a very tight haircut. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Bather. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Bather but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born in the south. 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 50 pp.