Description: He wears dull blue sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bastard sword, just in case. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 100 pp. Jeweled electrum ring (3000 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (3000 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (30 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp).

Description: He very much looks the part of a Roofer. He carries with him a set of sais on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Nim was born the youngest of three triplets. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Roofer. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Roofer.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (50 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1200 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1200 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a fancy brown suit. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp. Violet garnet (200 gp). Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp).