Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, grey cloak. He has no hair. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. 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 then took over the family business and is one of the better Healer for hire.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (170 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2400 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.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries a battered falchion and tarnished sickle as well. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Eiravel hails from a village terrorized by orcs. At a young age his mother died while driving off some orcs. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in sickle use. During his travels, Eiravel and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Eiravel discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Eiravel fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

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

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a blue shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has moderate length black hair. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 is a great chef.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He bought a glaive and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.