Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'4". He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bow. His hair is brown and very short. 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 likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rael fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 200 pp. Bloodstone (60 gp). Sard (60 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with violet lining and desert motifs. He has a very tight haircut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Bonds: Military, Job, Religious. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 33000 sp. Moss agate (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a pastel and yellow handkerchief worn on his right side. He is portly but not overly obese. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Sensitive, Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 gp. A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (20 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).