Description: He is lean but muscular and very much looks the part of a Barber. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is obsessed with his god.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Riardon abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and balancing his hectic life and new barber responsibilities is difficult

Bonds: Job, Nature, Religious, Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He carries with him a set of sickles on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He has a very tight haircut. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 5000 gp. Red spinel (120 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1400 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Sard (20 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Rose (20 gp). Zircon (20 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

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 wears a red cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He uses divination through singing.

History: Ivellios was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. After coming to the age of reason, Ivellios took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Silver pearl (80 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his hammer. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Suhnae fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Server

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 100 pp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1300 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a black shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Hadarai abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1200 gp.