Description: This exceptionally lanky man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His hair is long and white with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. After coming to the age of reason, Dayereth took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 150 pp. Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Onyx (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull violet iron scale mail, and is pretty ugly. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Eiravel was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to be a apothecary again

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 20000 cp. Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Red spinel (60 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Black star sapphire (700 gp).

Description: Standing 5'4", this man wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a spear, but if one is not available he will default to his club. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. After a long history of fighting, Ivellios and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 800 gp. Bloodstone (70 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His red hair is thinning but still full. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 7000 sp. Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many yellow ritualistic tattoos. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his top blue hat.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Tharivol's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born in the west to a Actor, Tharivol learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Body Guard, but he got bored and became a Actor. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 700 gp. Aquamarine (300 gp).