Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is typically in his Armorer uniform. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. He is baby faced.

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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Armorer. He tends to his Armorer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Armorer responsibilities is difficult; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears dull blue sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed club, just in case, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. Some 6 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Thervan never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and elven compassion

Flaws: Racist, Secretive. Bonds: In love, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 400 pp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He found a children's book about a Elf Wizard who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.