Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed halberd, just in case. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the east were limited. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Gimble was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 250 gp. Star rose quartz (50 gp). Moss agate (9 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She wears suspenders and pastel workpants. Her shirt is yellow, and she wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time. She carries with her a set of longswords on her belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. Her fur is gray and curly. Her fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Dynamic was born on a far southern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Weaver. She struck the Weaver job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: Expand her business.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears an entirely pastel suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His fur, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His ears are large.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 260 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp). Blue sapphire (400 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He usually wears his yellow robe and has his warhammer always slung over his shoulder. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. He is baby faced.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Percival was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Persistence, Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Has a crush. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1 Darkwood Buckler.