Description: Standing 4'10", this man wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a longsword on his belt. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Dreali was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Guard. 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. Dreali fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1000 gp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is dressed in earthy colors with a pastel and tan handkerchief worn on his left side. He is an epitome of beauty. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 3000 gp. Violet garnet (1600 gp). Jade (50 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1600 gp). Pink pearl (50 gp). White pearl (50 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears violet painted combat armor at almost all times. His hair is cut close to his head. 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 is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He got into the Mortician business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mortician for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a brewer again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.