Description: He stands about 4'10" and wears a white collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Tharivol lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He has achieved small success as a Marshal.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 pp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears professional attire. His black hair is lengthy. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed blue hat.

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. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. 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. Nutae fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Gold music box (2000 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1200 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (40 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 4'7". He wears a fancy brown suit. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Vanuath isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Unemployed; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 4000 gp.