Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. He carries with him a set of warhammers, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Eiravel grew up listening to his father's many stories. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. 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: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moss agate (13 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Star ruby (400 gp). Black opal (400 gp). Sard (30 gp).

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His tied-back hair is red. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Philantrophist, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 3000 gp. Obsidian (9 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 a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (15 gp). Azurite (15 gp).