Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. 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 black hair is still thick. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

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 is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She is a pot bellied eastern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). She has wavy white hair. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: She was raised in a plains tribe. Merla was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Merla decided she wanted neither the life of her father nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable; and a rival would like her out of the picture

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive woman, she wears long strands of aquamarine and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Her silver crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. Her fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She thrives on attention. She does whatever is in her power to gain the attention of whomever she deems a fit date. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the south to a Server, Akra learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Akra took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor she uses now. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and balancing her hectic life and new server responsibilities is difficult

Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He struck the Fisher job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Gnomish people.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He prefers to wear flannel. His gray fur is long and unkept. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Knight. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Knight for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he wants revenge against dire rats

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Job. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 3 Smokesticks. 2 Holy water.