Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty violet coat over it. His hair is long and silver with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. 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, Immeral is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Immeral was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Marshal hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 300 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is chestnut and very short. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Eiravel lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Eiravel was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Bonds: Attractive, Military, Family, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). Amethyst (90 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hammer, but if one is not available he will default to his scythe. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Born to a Carpenter, his father struggled to pay the bills. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Jet (50 gp). Peridot (30 gp). Moonstone (30 gp).