Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'1". He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a morningstar, but if one is not available he will default to his trident, and his gloved hand is found clutching a trident. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Tharivol alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (150 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (30 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (30 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He sports a flattop hair cut. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Racist, Impulsive, Disease, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 500 pp. Deep green spinel (160 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Jade (160 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Hematite (4 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Black star sapphire (1400 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: 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 suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2000 gp. Rich purple corundum (800 gp).