Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears a tan vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her tan boots flare out at the collars. She has done her best to style her silver hair to look like a famous performer. Her amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Gnome in existence. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Knight but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Elven people; and half-elven compassion

Ideals: Justice, Pacifist. Flaws: Secretive, Racist. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and is pretty ugly. He has a very tight haircut. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Delebean took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. With bright brown hair. She has green eyes and a violet hat with a white feather.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She got into the Marshal business at a young age. She always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: She uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Rich, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: He wears dull tan sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed rapier, just in case. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his rapier, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His head has been shaved. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content.

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 4'2" when asserting herself. Her hair is long and black with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small grey clips. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Falkrunn took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor she uses now. She bought a greatsword and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 200 sp.