Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'10". He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and his gloved hand is found clutching a nunchaku. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Eiravel grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 pp. Rock crystal (20 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp). Hematite (9 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp). Obsidian (9 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is content; and to be a fisher again

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Malachite (4 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). Blue diamond (6000 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp).

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Eiravel grew up listening to his mother's many stories. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 400 pp. Aquamarine (1500 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). Silver pearl (90 gp).