Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He carries with him a set of shortbows, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. 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, Raer is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Riardon isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 2000 gp. Gold cup set with emeralds (9000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (30 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With pastel face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Laucian grew up listening to his mother'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. During his travels, Laucian and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Laucian discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Laucian fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Mason

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Moonstone (80 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). Blue-white diamond (2000 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Iolite (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.