Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a grey coat. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Heian is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). Onyx (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. This amber eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Lamlis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Obsidian (8 gp). Blue star sapphire (900 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp).

Description: He is wearing a tight red one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He carries with him a set of maces on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: 5'3" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His silver hair is still thick. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. The war was a terrible time for him, and Erevan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born into a rich family. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Rich. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 200 gp. Moss agate (5 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'2" and wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a great chef.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 10000 sp. Obsidian (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.