Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She tends to wear a blue poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. Her black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her eyes are likewise violet. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 74. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: Orla was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. While she appears to be a normal Gnome, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs.

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 280 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty pastel coat over it. Her beige fur is unkempt and raggedy. She has blue eyes and a pastel hat with a blue feather.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: Born to a Sculptor, her mother struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears long strands of ruby and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Her brown hair is thinning but still full. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. She refers to her adoptive father for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. After a long history of fighting, Kallista and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a stylist and was forced into it by her family

Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Family, Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 180 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She stands about 6'4" and wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available she will default to her pickaxe. Her left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. She has dyed her greying blue crest a little too much giving a sharp blue color. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. The war was a terrible time for her, and Thava does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. Her mother disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her mother, she was betrayed dozens of times. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Weaver they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Server, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and wants to raise her children well

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 700 sp.