Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, and carries hammers. He wears his auburn hair up. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. 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. Ahvain 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 he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1600 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1500 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears dull blue sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shortspear, just in case. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1300 gp.

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and wears a black cloak and cross-gartered green stockings. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Merchant for the past few years.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and many orcs want him driven away

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (170 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears an entirely black suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His tied-back hair is red. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Berrian was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. 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.

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 400 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1400 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1600 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp).

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and white robe with the hood down. He carries with him a set of crossbows, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has no hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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. 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. Dayereth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp.