Description: A 5'0" eastern man, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He sports a flattop hair cut. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Glassblower. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Violet garnet (900 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Jet (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fivin does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

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 desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 200 pp. Bloodstone (60 gp). Emerald (500 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has achieved small success as a Guard.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and elven compassion

Flaws: Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 4000 gp.