Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He carries a battered whip and tarnished sai as well. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bowyer.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a brown shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair is blonde and curly. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Ahvain wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... 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, Ahvain is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Bricklayer, who enjoyed hunting, Ahvain was taken on many hunting expeditions. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Ahvain has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly sais and greatswords. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp. Iolite (80 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. 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 use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He is a Jackalwere in disguise. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortspear.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Architect

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 300 gp. Black pearl (800 gp). Jet (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and blue, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His tied-back hair is white. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Berrian was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He tends to his Spy job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Religious. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 120 pp. Moss agate (4 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). Rose (70 gp).