Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'7" and sports violet clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His tied-back hair is white. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born in a small plains village. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Religious, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Red spinel (130 gp). Obsidian (12 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Tourmaline (130 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Jasper (60 gp). Sard (60 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He carries with him a set of swords on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His hair is long and golden with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Aramil lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moonstone (40 gp). Black opal (500 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Sard (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears skinny pants and wears a green and brown robe with the hood down. He has done his best to style his blonde hair to look like a famous performer. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Ivellios took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He bought a whip 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3000 gp. Blue quartz (16 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). Amber (140 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.