Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a pastel vest and prefers white and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. 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 tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 4000 gp. Black opal (600 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Moonstone (20 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Chrysoberyl (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 29. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. The war was a terrible time for him, and Eiravel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Jeweled electrum ring (6000 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (6000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'1", this man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Dayereth was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. 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 he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 21000 sp.