Description: She is lean but muscular and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. Her black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. While she appears to be a normal Gnome, 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. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Spy they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Cook, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Family, Military, Religious. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'2". He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright pastel and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, and his gloved hand is found clutching a monstrous two handed axe. His fur is white and curly. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 48. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents enrolled him in a Expert school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull white sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed monstrous two handed axe, just in case, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He hates Half-Orcs with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born in the south. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Half-Orcs in Thakrak's homeland. Thakrak decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'7" when asserting himself. He has a very tight haircut. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Heward was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Miller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Persistence, Logical. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 80 gp.