Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his greatsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. 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, Beiro is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Beiro reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1000 gp. White pearl (120 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Star ruby (900 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). Deep green spinel (120 gp). Brown-green garnet (120 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Violet garnet (1300 gp).

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: He wears a pastel broad hat and pastel clothes. He is physically well-built. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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 has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Through the years after Thamior was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Thamior's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortbow.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 300 pp. Pink pearl (50 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Malachite (7 gp). Banded agate (7 gp).