Description: A plain young-adult man, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. 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: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and elven compassion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a violet cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Debt. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 700 gp. Red spinel (110 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp).

Description: He has a missing right leg. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull black iron scale mail. His hair is cut close to his head. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his top white hat.

Personality: Lucan speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Lucan hails from a village terrorized by illithids. 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. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and many illithids want him driven away

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 15000 sp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (80 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (80 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. After coming to the age of reason, Theriatis took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. 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: A deep hatred of dire rats; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He usually wears his black robe and has his crossbow always slung over his shoulder, marred by sweets. He has silver hair. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 60000 cp.