Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His head has been shaved. His ears are large.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 3000 gp. Eye agate (10 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Rose (40 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Sard (40 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). Azurite (10 gp). Red spinel (110 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a rapier on his belt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'10" when asserting himself. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. 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, Soveliss 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 father. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Onyx (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a kukri, but if one is not available he will default to his shortbow. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Thervan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Amethyst (140 gp).