Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

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. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Logical, Optimist. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1000 gp. Citrine (50 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). Red garnet (140 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Chrysoberyl (140 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp).

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His tied-back hair is brown. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Quarion is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Quarion was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Quarion decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He's in love; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 11000 gp. Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Brown diamond (7000 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Blue star sapphire (600 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Pink diamond (7000 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 300 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He usually wears his green robe and has his morningstar always slung over his shoulder, marred by chocolates. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His childhood dream was to be a Stylist, but he was a colossal failure. He's also a talented Stylist, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Assassin responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he tends to wear a large tan jacket. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Eiravel embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Eiravel grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 900 gp.