Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is tan, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Eiravel hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 2000 gp. Carnelian (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and carries hammers. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Rose (20 gp). Eye agate (9 gp). Malachite (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears long strands of sapphire and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His hair is long and brown with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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 tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: The child of a Armorer, who enjoyed hunting, Fivin was taken on many hunting expeditions. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Justice, Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 3000 gp.