Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. 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, Aelar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. Aelar 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 has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 400 pp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (80 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: The child of a Spy, who enjoyed hunting, Berrian was taken on many hunting expeditions. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He bought a warhammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 16000 sp. Rose (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Sard (70 gp). Deep green spinel (40 gp). Zircon (70 gp).

Description: This man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Tharivol has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

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

Possessions: 4000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.