Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears an entirely brown suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Cartwright they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Dyer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dyer and was forced into it by his family; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 4000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Rose (40 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Dreali is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp. Aquamarine (1300 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp).

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has moderate length red hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Caeldrim was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. After a long history of fighting, Caeldrim and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 2000 gp. Chrysoprase (50 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Blue sapphire (900 gp).