Description: Runty and weak-looking, he prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. 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 has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his youth he was a Cook, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Barkeep. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. 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 barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Quarion's homeland. Quarion decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and elven compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Terse, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1000 gp. Violet garnet (900 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). Black star sapphire (1600 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Amber (90 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.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Scribe does. He carries with him a set of shields on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He sports a long auburn beard, and similarly colored long hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has worked as a Scribe like his mother before him.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.