Description: This southern man wears a tan tunic with pastel highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has blonde hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He uses divination through singing.

History: Umpen was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has achieved small success as a Knight.

Motivation: To be a Stylist again.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 4'10" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a pastel collared shirt and yellow skirt. She accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. She wears her beige fur up. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and wants her loneliness to end

Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 600 gp. Sard (70 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He tends to wear a large tan jacket. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. 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 acts crazy and hedonistic. 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, Fibblestib is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the east were limited. He bought a flail and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a blue shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He is physically well-built. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

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 Elf, 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. 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 has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and money/treasure

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 50000 cp.