Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dayereth grew up listening to his father's many stories. 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 now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, violet, dusty cloak. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his hammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. Berrian enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was born in the east. 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. Berrian took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Disease, Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 35000 sp. Star ruby (1500 gp). Obsidian (13 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Berrian is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Berrian was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His first spouse was a Animal Trainer, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Weaver responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.