Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He wears his silver hair down. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When Enialis 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. 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. Enialis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 900 gp. Peridot (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of orcs once and for all.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, orcs burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying north to reunite his family. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs.

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: He wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He comes from a rich western family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Flaws: Depressed, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 7000 sp. Amethyst (160 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is silver and very short. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. Blue sapphire (800 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Red garnet (140 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). Red-brown spinel (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he tends to wear a large grey jacket. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His green eyes peer out from beneath his small grey hat.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

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. 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. 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: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Opinionated, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.