Description: She is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. The war was a terrible time for her, and Bimpnottin does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. When Bimpnottin reached her early adolescence her Gnome father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. During her travels, Bimpnottin and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Bimpnottin discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Bimpnottin fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull red iron scale mail. She is portly but not overly obese. She keeps her long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. Her amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. A friendly and beautiful Elf, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: She is typically in her Masseuse uniform. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her dark red hair is knotted and matted. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Masseuse for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Barkeep again.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This malnourished man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has no hair. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his small yellow hat.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Gomory is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Server, his father struggled to pay the bills. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the west were limited. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 200 sp. Red spinel (70 gp).

Description: She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with green colored cloaks and clothing. She is portly but not overly obese. She has dyed her greying silver crest a little too much giving a sharp silver color. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady gold eyes.

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 Dragonborn in existence. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While she appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 3000 cp. Banded agate (15 gp).