Description: A 4'7" southern man, he wears a simple black robe with grey stripes complete with hood. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Born in the south to a Mortician, Gennal learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A freak accident while working with his Courier father left him crippled. He struck the Mortician job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears white trousers with brown and grey striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 10000 sp. Blue star sapphire (900 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). Jet (90 gp).

Description: He wears a tight fitting green shirt and pants. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ivellios fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

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