Description: He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Aelar has worked very hard to control his curse. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he typically wears blue cloth garments or leather armor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Galinndan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful, Depressed. Bonds: Mentor, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 800 gp. Silver pearl (80 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Hematite (6 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He prefers to wear red pants and tee shirts. He is an epitome of beauty. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed red hat.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon 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; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: PTSD, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp).

Description: 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 attire stands in sharp contrast to his shield, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He is baby faced.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). 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's looking for his big break; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 2100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. The war was a terrible time for him, and Nim does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Nim reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.