Mal is a young man in his early to mid twenties, of average build (5’10” and 150 lbs) but neither muscular nor skinny. He is handsome, with dark, slightly unkempt hair, and dark eyes. His features are defined, but still slightly boyish, without a hint of facial hair or stubble. He can be animated when he talks, and is slightly clumsy—he has knocked over more than one tankard of ale whilst wildly gesticulating during the telling of a story.
Mal’s clothing is typical for the “middle class” (merchants, master tradesmen, etc.) of the region. Over a simple tunic he wears a blue vest accented with fine silver threads that shimmer when they catch the light and silver elvish letters stitched along the bottom edge. He wears utilitarian trousers, sturdy travel boots, and up until recently a plain travelers cloak over his shoulders. Now he dons a brilliant blue cloak, edged in runes and fastened by a pin that whose pattern looks like ripples on the water. When he moves quickly, the cloak seems to almost swirl and roil about him. He carries a trusty traveler’s pack full of pockets and pouches for his various supplies. From a belt around his waist hangs a few pouches and containers holding arcane components, and at his side, usually concealed by his cloak, two daggers in scabbards.
Mal keeps his clothing as well-tended as possible, making use of the prestidigitation cantrip to clean his clothes. He keeps a small sewing kit in his pack to mend tears or trim lose threads.
Thought not currently wearing them, Mal also owns a set of fine clothing on the off chance he finds himself in high company. The set consists of a more elegant tunic, dress breeches, dress boots, and a long coat.
Orsik stands as tall and a dwarf possibly can, which means he’s still just about up to the waist of an average sized man. However his fiery red mohawk give him another half a foot. He had a great beard the hangs to his knees. It hang before his stout wide body, which is very muscular except for the generous belly, from many night spent drinking gallons of ale. No fancy clothing or robes, just simply but function breaches and boots. One’s that keep him warm and protected.
Savana looks very much like her character portrait. Her body completely gives away her elemental nature, and she is normally dressed in her arcane robes unless she is gallivanting across the country side with Gunju, in which case she is dressed exactly as her portrait states. She takes great pride in her giant axe, keeping it in perfect condition at all times. She also collects animal figurines, her most recent of which being a mysterious onyx dog, which she keeps strapped to her belt at all times. Her shoes are rarely practical for any adventuring she does, but somehow she makes it work. Savana also likes taking small tokens off of her enemies for herself or Gunju to use to make themselves look more “authentic” (says the bookworm).