Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'4". He is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather, and his gloved hand is found clutching a warhammer. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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, Berrian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mercenary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Persistence, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He got into the Healer business at a young age. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Raer was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a butcher again

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 900 gp. Blue quartz (6 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. He sports a flattop hair cut. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He takes great joy in being the best Guard in town.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Guard responsibilities is difficult; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 110 pp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Quarion isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 180 pp. Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Onyx (40 gp).