Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Ahvain was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He found a children's book about a Elf Wizard who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To be a Roofer again.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 3000 gp. Pink diamond (3000 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Rose (60 gp). White opal (1100 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'5". He has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his grey robe, and his gloved hand is found clutching a warhammer. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 4000 gp. Black pearl (1000 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Chrysoberyl (140 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Jade (140 gp). Emerald (1500 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp).

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. His white hair is cut short. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Quarion's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Forgetful. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 gp. Clear bright green emerald (3000 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp).