Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. He is portly but not overly obese. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He got into the Spy business at a young age. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Uthemar has worked very hard to control his curse. He became a Spy soon after.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Spy responsibilities is difficult; and to be a stylist again

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 400 pp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (50 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (50 gp).

Description: He wears a pastel vest and prefers black and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He is physically well-built. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2400 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His black hair is heavily combed to the right. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Tharivol lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Tharivol 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 his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Family, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 5000 sp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1700 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (160 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Fivin isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Fivin 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. Fivin decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Peridot (80 gp). Golden pearl (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon 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 feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 700 gp. Jade (80 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). Black star sapphire (1500 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). Jet (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.