Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, marred by sweets. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears an eyepatch.

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. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Uthemar was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has moderate length brown hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. 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: He was raised in a plains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Varis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. 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. Varis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears tattered old clothes. His head has been shaved. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, In love. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 300 pp. Jet (100 gp).