Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'8". He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars, and his gloved hand is found clutching a ceremonial dagger. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Aramil hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Layabout work with an outfit from a few towns over. Layabout work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Blue quartz (12 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears a brown tunic with grey highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes. His tied-back hair is chestnut. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to be a detective again

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (20 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a shield on his belt. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in a small plains village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raer fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Rose (40 gp). Tourmaline (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears professional attire. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Brewer. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tharivol grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He became a Brewer soon after.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and to be a farmer again

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 9000 sp. Chrysoprase (30 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Red-brown spinel (40 gp).

Description: This man wears a blue costume with the symbols of death on his torso, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Heian isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Heian hails from a village terrorized by orcs. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.