Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a violet coat with black slacks. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Erevan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Zircon (60 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His auburn hair is lengthy. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He comes from a rich western family. Thamior 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He is an epitome of beauty. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: Uthemar was born with his father's beautiful face. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job, Debt. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 200 pp. A delicate brass dragon egg (60 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (90 gp).