Description: He typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor, and he perpetually has his quarterstaff ready. He has black hair. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

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. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1100 gp).

Description: 4'11" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is dressed in an above average manner. His golden hair is braided into rings. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Adran isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. 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 saw the violence of war and the aftermath so he converted to religion and dedicated himself to non-violence.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is a great chef.

History: Ivellios was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He found a children's book about a Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a large brown jacket. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his auburn hair up. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. 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, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Gifted from a young age, Thamior studied abroad. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Secretive, Racist. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 9000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Varis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Terse, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1300 gp.