Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his green robe. His hair is short and brown. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stylist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stylist work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 900 gp. Red spinel (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears many layers of old clothing at all times, he is not a threatening figure. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Nutae grew up listening to his father's many stories. 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. Being a Roofer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), 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 silver hair is thinning but still full. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. 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, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Eiravel was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Eiravel decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 90 pp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (150 gp). 4 Smokesticks. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Everburning torch. 2 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears skinny pants and wears a white and red robe with the hood down. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Berrian liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He got into the Hunter business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Hunter work with an outfit from a few towns over. Hunter work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 3000 gp. Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). White pearl (160 gp). Eye agate (15 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (800 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Jet (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item.