Description: This eastern woman is abnormally tall. She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. She has done her best to style her blonde hair to look like a famous performer. Her eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Duvamil embodies much of what other species detest in the Gnomes. She disdains her fellow easterners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Duvamil hails from a village terrorized by drow. At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and she desires to right it

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his greatsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His red hair is heavily combed to the left. 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 will rave to anyone who will listen. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a white coat with violet slacks. His hair is silver and very short. He has a dull look in his white eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: She wears a fancy white dress. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. She has slicked back silver hair. Her eyes are likewise green.

Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, Military, Rich. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Just what you see.