Description: A stocky darker skinned woman, she dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. Her hair is long and auburn with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small grey clips. She has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: She runs her personal life as if detached from it. She organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits she will get from it. A true patriot, Kilia would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. When Kilia reached her early adolescence her Dwarf 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. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by giants. Kilia was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Military, Slave, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Vilberg's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp).

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Gnome in existence. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. When Delebean reached his early adolescence his Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who very much looks the part of a Farmer. His auburn hair is long and unkept. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His childhood dream was to be a Dilettante, but he was a colossal failure. He has achieved small success as a Farmer.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This late middle aged man is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Stylist and is in decent physical shape. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Morkral took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.