Description: He has a missing right arm. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Ivellios is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Ivellios hails from a village terrorized by brigands. Through the years after Ivellios was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Ivellios's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Ivellios was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 13000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and is pretty ugly. He has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Hedonist, Selfish. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 30000 cp. Moss agate (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'0" western man, he wears dull red sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed halberd, just in case. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the left. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: The child of a Carpenter, who enjoyed hunting, Eiravel was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Fearful, Secretive. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (12 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Pink pearl (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Coral (40 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears baggy pastel pantaloons and a grey scarf. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is a great chef.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Vanuath took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (900 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (7000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a pastel vest and prefers brown and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy, Fearful. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.