Description: He is a husky man, who is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is cut close to his head. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Weaver born in the past three hundred years. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Theriatis was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He tends to his Weaver job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing yellow cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His hair is golden and curly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

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 wears dark leathers with embroidery. His hair is black and curly. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Thamior embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Thamior was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and elven compassion

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1000 pp.