Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. He has no hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Erevan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Gifted from a young age, Erevan studied abroad. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Occupation: Server

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 600 pp. Blue quartz (13 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Sard (40 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull red iron scale mail. He has black hair. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and violet, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is long and silver with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: The child of a Apothecary, who enjoyed hunting, Thamior was taken on many hunting expeditions. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He struck the Mayor job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. Moonstone (40 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp). Rose (40 gp). Rose (40 gp). Jet (150 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp).