Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has green eyes and a white hat with a violet feather.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 800 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Jet (130 gp). Pink pearl (130 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Varis has worked very hard to control his curse. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Varis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Racist, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Gold cup set with emeralds (7000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (180 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 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 is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Eiravel was born the youngest of three triplets. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dilettante and was forced into it by his family; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 240 pp. Jet (50 gp). Malachite (16 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Thamior was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a black shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and white pants. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Gennal's homeland. Gennal decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 2200 gp.