Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'4". He wears dull pastel sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scimitar, just in case, and his gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. His hair is blonde and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He bought a scimitar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Aquamarine (1300 gp). Azurite (6 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he dresses like a well dressed Blacksmith does. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. Eiravel abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Blacksmith

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

Possessions: 200 pp. Black opal (1400 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Fire opal (1400 gp). Lapis lazuli (11 gp). Blue star sapphire (1400 gp). Star ruby (1400 gp).

Description: He wears a yellow collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a pastel scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is portly but not overly obese. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Thamior was born with his father's beautiful face. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Cartwright. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Joker, Athletic. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 3000 gp. Smoky quartz (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Sard (30 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Azurite (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.