Description: He wears a pastel costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He carries with him a set of spears, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 700 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his violet robe. He wears his blonde hair up. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Thervan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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 tends to his Dilettante job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears tattered old clothes. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Hadarai embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Hadarai was born on a far eastern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Adventurer. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 700 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp).