Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, marred by chocolates. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Laucian reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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. Laucian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian, Military. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 400 pp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (70 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His ears are large.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. 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, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Gifted from a young age, Eiravel studied abroad. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1000 gp. Gold music box (2000 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. His brown hair is cut short. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born in the north. Ahvain was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Blacksmith. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 pp. Rose (70 gp). Jacinth (8000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.