Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a black shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and blue pants. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 93. 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 does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Animal Trainer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He got into the Animal Trainer business at a young age. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a simple yellow robe with tan stripes complete with hood. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born to a Sculptor, his father struggled to pay the bills. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Addict. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. He is physically well-built. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has green eyes and a brown hat with a white feather.

Personality: Vanuath hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Gifted from a young age, Vanuath studied abroad. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 900 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Jeweled gold crown (3000 gp).