Description: A 4'9" southern man, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Erevan reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Opinionated. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 160 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stylist and was forced into it by his family; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insane. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (140 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (140 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (900 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (4000 gp). Silver ewer (60 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He is physically well-built. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small pastel clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are green.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Doctor arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Uthemar grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Uthemar. 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 loathes his own lifestyle; and he is content

Flaws: Mundane, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2000 gp. Smoky quartz (30 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Blue sapphire (1000 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Black star sapphire (1000 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a grey shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He is an epitome of beauty. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

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. Korfel 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: To reunite with his old friends.

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Religious, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 2000 gp. Hematite (12 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Onyx (80 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (900 gp). Banded agate (12 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Caeldrim never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, In love, Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1300 gp. Moss agate (15 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp).