Description: Runty and weak-looking, he sports red clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has shaved his head bald. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Eiravel grew up listening to his father's many stories. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Tourmaline (100 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Golden pearl (100 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Jasper (30 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Iolite (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, marred by sweets. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bricklayer. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Slave. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Black star sapphire (800 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp).