Description: 3'2" and lanky with angular features, she is an attractive figure. She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. She has a very tight haircut. This green eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Virra lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the east were limited. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Shepherd they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Mason, and she later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions.

Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 600 gp. Chrysoberyl (150 gp). Coral (150 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her golden hair is greasy and uncared for. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. 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 born the only child of a wealthy merchant. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and a strong sense of loyalty to tabaxi people

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Racist. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is a great chef.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stableman hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Traubon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'3". He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Ar-Pratu was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Paladin, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Paladin in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Ar-Pratu took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.