Description: A 3'2" northern woman, she is wearing a long, blue cloak. She has styled her golden hair well, parting it to the left. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. At a young age her father died while driving off some dire rats. Her mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train her in hammer use. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tervaround fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and she made a deal with a demon which lead to her current lot in life, and she's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Debt. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses like a well dressed Banker does. His hair is cut close to his head. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He also hits on men, regardless of circumstances.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He's also a talented Dilettante, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Dilettante.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Has a crush, Immigrant. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He prefers to wear red clothing when he does not wear armor, marred by beers. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Corkitron was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Corkitron decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. After months of barely getting by, Corkitron managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 120 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His fur is short and cinnamon. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Seven took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He bought a nunchaku and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Gnomish artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.