Description: He wears bulky yellow painted plate armor. He carries with him a set of kukris on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 49. 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 is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Dilettante arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man has the majority of his body covered in plate. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears his silver hair up. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 pp. Black pearl (900 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Rich purple corundum (1400 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he likes to wear black tank tops with brown pants. He has a very tight haircut. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Carrie isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Carrie was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has achieved small success as a Scribe.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he usually wears his blue robe and has his flail always slung over his shoulder. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. During his travels, Soveliss and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Soveliss discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Soveliss fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Terse, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Coral (120 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Black opal (800 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (800 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Eiravel lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1000 gp.