Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

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. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Ahvain's homeland. Ahvain decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 10000 gp. Tourmaline (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Jet (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His white hair is thinning but still full. 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 exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Ahvain was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 9000 sp. Brown-green garnet (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 71. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Tailor business.

History: Thervan lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. 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: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1800 gp.

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. His hair is chestnut and very short. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

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. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Heian grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Heian. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Passionate, Philantrophist. Bonds: Military, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a white cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Laucian hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. 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, Laucian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Server arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Artistic, Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 800 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.