Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His golden hair is lengthy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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, Naill is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, PTSD. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1400 gp. Sard (40 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He married young, but lost his spouse to orcs. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. Hematite (12 gp). Red-brown spinel (80 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and his gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. He wears his golden hair up. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Opinionated, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1100 gp. Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Red garnet (160 gp). Obsidian (6 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears just a black suit. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is blonde and very short. He has brown eyes and a black hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Joker, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 140 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Brewer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 2000 gp. Gold music box (2000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (180 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (30 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2200 gp).