OH GOD. HYOOMANS. And elves. These are quick doodles I started in class and finished because I don't draw these guys enough. Sorry if it's too dark; I have a really bright LCD monitor. :[

- Odarin: A cocky necromancer who has started dabbling in earth magic on the side. He's a man of considerable size; when he's not slouched over and staring at the ground, he's almost seven feet tall. Stronger than your typical necromancer and arrogant to boot, he has a habit of forgetting he's a frail spellcaster and jumping right into the middle of the action. He usually comes back from the battlefield looking like he lost a fight with a lawnmower. Even so, he's cocky and has a tendency to treat people as though they were below him. To strangers, he's a cold and intimidating fellow best avoided. To those who know him, Odarin is just a pessimistic jerk who usually deserves a good crack to the skull.

- Tycho: A young werewolf whose sweet personality overcame the nature of the beast. While he can still transform into a big, hulking wolf creature, he's more of a gigantic puppy than a snarling monster. He's a caffeine addict with an immense sweet tooth, as well as a coward who tends to worry and panic over the most minor of reasons. Even so, people tend to like him due to his willingness to do anything to help anybody at a drop of a hat. This includes at least one free werewolf ride for an ex-girlfriend of his who was late for class...

- Vandrith: A psychopath with a tragic history, he's unnaturally peppy and upbeat. He seems to think that he got his "bad years" over with early and the rest is smooth sailing from here. A mechanic, he specializes in fixing airships and steam-powered weapons and takes great delight in his work. He seems to focus all of his excess and negative energy in his craft, leading to him becoming one of the best repairmen one could find. However, he's probably the last one that anyone would want to go to due to his short temper and violent moodswings that often result with injury or colateral damage.

- Dasrazel: A vampiric assassin and bodyguard to the most powerful (and drunk and unruly) politician on his side of the province, Dasrazel is the last of an extinct race that basically wiped themselves clean from existence with a mixture of arrogance and blasphemy. Because he is one of the most ancient beings known to still draw breath (or draw breath as much as an undead creature can), people often look to him for answers and guidance. Honestly, Dasrazel would much rather be getting drunk with his patron at the local tavern or causing a public disturbance. As old and noble and wise as he seems, most of his time is spent keeping his intoxicated liege out of trouble. And honestly? He's a mean-spirited jerk. A fun-loving one, but a jerk nonetheless.