Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a violet cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His hair is silver and curly. 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 has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

History: He was born in the south. Eiravel 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Eiravel was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants, and he perpetually has his sword ready. He has a very tight haircut. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants revenge against drow; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 3000 gp. White pearl (150 gp). Pink pearl (150 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is white and curly. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Marshal. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He was born in a small desert village. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. He bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to be a stylist again

Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Nature, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is typically in his Stylist uniform. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his broad pastel hat.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He takes great joy in being the best Stylist in town.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Stylist.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 gp. Onyx (60 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears bulky white painted plate armor. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Thervan was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Stableman. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 2100 gp.