Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 1. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 34000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. 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, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Joker, Justice, Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Thamior was born the youngest of three triplets. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Family, In love. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.