Description: A plain young-adult man, he is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Eiravel isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Sellsword for hire.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: In love, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: The child of a Glassblower, who enjoyed hunting, Beiro was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Beiro took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 18000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a brown collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and is pretty ugly. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (90 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a grey tunic with black highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes. His silver hair is long and unkept. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tharivol isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Slave. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jasper (70 gp). Red garnet (110 gp). Peridot (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'8" and muscular, this western man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He wears his chestnut hair up. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. In his youth he was a Seamstress, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Soveliss fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 80 pp.