Description: He is in excellent shape and wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Thervan reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1700 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Rolen never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is short and golden. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

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. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 6000 sp. Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. A true patriot, Thamior would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Thamior was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 60 pp. Obsidian (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Quarion isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.