Description: This western man is dressed in earthy colors with a violet and black handkerchief worn on his right side. His clothes are grease stained in places. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bookbinder for the past few years.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 4000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. He carries with him a set of crossbows, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Tharivol was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1300 gp. Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears his red hair down. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Dayereth wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Dayereth was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears a simple red robe with green stripes complete with hood. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Raer lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Family, Attractive. Occupation: Server

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 170 pp. White opal (500 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 3000 sp. Blue quartz (16 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp).