Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His brown hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Berrian 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. 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 desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1200 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (10 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp).

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the right. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Fivin was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Justice, Professionalism. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 600 gp. Deep green spinel (150 gp). Zircon (60 gp).

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He carries with him a set of warhammers, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has wavy brown hair. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, marred by sweets. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Theriatis was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Persistence, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 800 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (110 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized red coat. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: Naal 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 is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Naal was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Engraver. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 40 pp.