Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Raer took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He has worked as a Dyer like his father before him.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and balancing his hectic life and new dyer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Racist, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 27000 sp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Brewer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Brewer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Bloodstone (50 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Low range voice

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

Description: He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with tan slacks. He carries with him a set of hammers, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Courier arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3000 sp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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, Erevan 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. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Erevan has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Passionate, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1800 gp. Deep green spinel (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.