Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He struck the Ploughman job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to be a fletcher again

Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 500 pp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants, and he perpetually has his bow ready. His white hair is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He bought a bow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 2000 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (170 gp). Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). Silver ewer (80 gp). Silver ewer (80 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (170 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His tied-back hair is red. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tharivol isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Tharivol 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 became a Beggar soon after.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and balancing his hectic life and new beggar responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 pp. White pearl (40 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Red garnet (40 gp). Iolite (20 gp). White opal (1100 gp). Deep green spinel (40 gp). Sard (20 gp).