Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mason arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he is greedy

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with red lining and desert motifs. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Fivin isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Fivin was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2000 gp. Black pearl (700 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Blue star sapphire (1400 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His white hair is thinning but still full. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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, Fivin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Fivin was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1000 gp. Star ruby (700 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). Jet (60 gp).