Description: He is scrawny and has patchy auburn stubble. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed ceremonial dagger, just in case. He has a hunchback. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. He has hazel 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. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Rael grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Rael. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'5". He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shortspear. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His ears are large.

Personality: Erevan wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: The child of a Farmer, who enjoyed hunting, Erevan was taken on many hunting expeditions. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 180 pp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Beiro lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Beiro has worked very hard to control his curse. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Beiro fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 900 gp. A silver and pearl hairclip (30 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'5" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Sellsword business.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 110 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. After a long history of fighting, Varis and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: White pearl (120 gp). Jade (120 gp). Azurite (4 gp). Jet (120 gp). Emerald (1500 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Jasper (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.