Description: This fat southern woman has a bulbous nose and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her skin is also unnaturally pale. Her brown hair is well kept. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: She hates Dwarves with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dwarven conditions. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: She has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears light armors faded through time and improper care. She has styled her chestnut hair well, parting it to the left. Her eyes are a pleasant black.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Mortician born in the past three hundred years. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She found a children's book about a Tiefling Warrior who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. She has worked as a Mortician like her mother before her.

Motivation: To be a Jeweler again.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 9000 cp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a green collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Fallond grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: A 5'1" western man, he wears a simple pastel robe with violet stripes complete with hood. He wears his brown fur down. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 380 gp.