Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he very much looks the part of a Sellsword. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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 has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Barrister again.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. Red garnet (120 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Silver pearl (120 gp). Rose (70 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 3000 gp. Smoky quartz (70 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). White opal (700 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 typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep violet leather and dull tan iron scale mail. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His first spouse was a Sage, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To unite with his brother.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 pp. Iolite (20 gp). Tourmaline (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.