Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and elven compassion

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (150 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.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. 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, Thervan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. 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. 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. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 gp. Chalcedony (60 gp). Moss agate (9 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Rose (60 gp). Rich purple corundum (1600 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Fire opal (1600 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Pink pearl (140 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.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: 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: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Debt. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 800 pp. Chrysoprase (50 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). Golden pearl (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Tourmaline (70 gp). Iolite (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.