Description: An older man who wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, he is not a threatening figure. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Aelar was born with his mother's beautiful face. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). 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: To share knowledge with the world; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 20000 sp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1300 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). Jeweled gold crown (7000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 3000 gp. Smoky quartz (70 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). White opal (700 gp).

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 typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep violet leather and dull tan iron scale mail. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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 was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His first spouse was a Sage, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To unite with his brother.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 pp. Iolite (20 gp). Tourmaline (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.