Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He usually wears his white robe and has his warhammer always slung over his shoulder. His silver hair is cut short. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 92. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Banker.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to be a sellsword again

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Poor, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 3000 gp. Malachite (6 gp). Iolite (50 gp).

Description: He wears violet trousers with brown and blue striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. His head has been shaved. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Arannis was born on a far eastern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Roofer. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 300 pp.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shortbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He has shaved his head bald. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. When Aelar reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.