Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants, and his gloved hand is found clutching a dagger. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and balancing his hectic life and new armorer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Rael was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp).

Description: He wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. He carries with him a set of bows on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bellfounder hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 pp. A roughly beaten golden orb (150 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (30 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (30 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 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.