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 a black tunic with violet highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has red hair. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: Erevan speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Erevan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Masseuse. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Emotional, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 5000 gp. Rock crystal (20 gp). Malachite (7 gp). Amethyst (130 gp). Blue star sapphire (1400 gp). Jet (130 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Emerald (1400 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Amber (130 gp). Emerald (1400 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He very much looks the part of a Dyer. His tied-back hair is brown. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born in the west to a Dyer, Thamior learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Butcher, but he got bored and became a Dyer. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Has a crush. Occupation: Dyer

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

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.