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 tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His tied-back hair is blonde. This green eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

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. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Mercenary. He's also a talented Fisher, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Bonds: Poor, Job, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 pp. Old masterpiece painting (1100 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1100 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (50 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He has a large yellow mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. His tied-back hair is brown. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Insane. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 4000 gp. Tourmaline (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Galinndan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Dyer responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.