Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is cut close to his head. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fortune-teller work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fortune-teller work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Fortune-teller job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 4000 gp. Star rose quartz (60 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). Rose (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Amber (70 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp).

Description: This man is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his left hand. He wears his chestnut hair up. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Emotional, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Erevan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Erevan was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fletcher they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Jeweler, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.