Description: He wears a yellow shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He carries with him a set of sickles, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his red hair down. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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, Aelar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar 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 he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he very much looks the part of a Stylist. His brown hair is long and unkept. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Stylist. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Deep green spinel (120 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Brown-green garnet (120 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Black opal (600 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Rich purple corundum (600 gp). Tourmaline (120 gp).