Description: He is a mite stocky and wears dull white sweaters, loose red pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed longbow, just in case. He has no hair. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Eiravel was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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 tends to his Hunter job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Hunter responsibilities is difficult; and doesn't want to be a hunter and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 600 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (120 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. 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 is fixated on the number 39. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Eiravel was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and prefers to wear flannel. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He takes great joy in being the best Bookbinder in town.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a tailor again

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is wearing a tight yellow one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. His first spouse was a Barber, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he tends to wear a large yellow jacket. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Slave, Rich, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 2200 gp. Deep green spinel (50 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Emerald (1200 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Freshwater pearl (10 gp). Rose (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.