Description: He is a husky man, who is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Eiravel was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Coral (70 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has chestnut hair. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in the west. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 800 pp. Jeweled gold crown (6000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His auburn hair is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lucan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep green spinel (70 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp). Red garnet (70 gp). Blue sapphire (1000 gp).