Description: He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his warhammer. He is physically well-built. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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, Thervan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Racist. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Sard (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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 money and likes to spend it; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Erevan is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He bought a bow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Extrovert, Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.