Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He carries a battered shield and tarnished club as well. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. In his 17th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature club.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. The war was a terrible time for him, and Rael does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 2000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1800 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (50 gp).

Description: Standing 5'1", this man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Ivellios's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Spice Merchant. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease, Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Blue sapphire (1500 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Hematite (9 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp). Brown diamond (8000 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.