Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small red clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. A true patriot, Lucan would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Lucan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a sickle and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 gp. Smoky quartz (60 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Jasper (60 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Amber (90 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp).

Description: A 4'10" southern man, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 69. 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. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He bought a hand crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (70 gp). A small bag of saffron. (40 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (40 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1400 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: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses like a well dressed Healer does. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Thamior isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1800 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1400 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (130 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp).