Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright white and green, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tharivol grew up listening to his mother's many stories. His childhood dream was to be a Weaver, but he was a colossal failure. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and expand his business

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 200 pp. Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a green armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. After coming to the age of reason, Berrian took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Golden pearl (140 gp). Blue sapphire (900 gp). Black star sapphire (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Nim isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Nim was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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. During his travels, Nim and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Nim discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Nim fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 3000 gp. Moss agate (4 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Golden pearl (40 gp). Deep green spinel (40 gp). Jade (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.