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. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. 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, Alvyn is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While he appears to be a normal Gnome, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a tight fitting red shirt and pants. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His black hair is cut short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: She wears a brown deerstalker hat and brown clothes. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her blonde hair is still thick. Her amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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 skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She has achieved small success as a Sage.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: She sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. She carries with her a set of warhammers on her belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. Her hair is auburn and curly. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: She was raised in a mountains tribe. 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. Anne took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up warhammer and armor she uses now. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anne fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 20 gp.