Description: He prefers to wear flannel, and he perpetually has his axe ready. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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 a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When Aramil reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jasper (30 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Pink pearl (70 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.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. After coming to the age of reason, Paelias took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). Old masterpiece painting (700 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (150 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull brown iron scale mail, he is not a threatening figure. His golden hair is thinning but still full. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He worked as a nervous Bowyer and found it very stressful. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Bowyer for hire.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he's in love

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jade (100 gp). Brown diamond (7000 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.