Description: This western woman is abnormally tall. She wears a tan vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her tan boots flare out at the collars. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. With bright silver hair. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born in the west to a Apothecary, Shanairla learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature monstrous two handed axe.

Motivation: Wants her loneliness to end.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 900 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Gifted from a young age, Tûmhom studied abroad. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1100 gp. Blue quartz (14 gp). Fire opal (1200 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears dull violet sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shortspear, just in case. His brown hair is lengthy. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Elven conditions. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dwarven people; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Addict, Depressed, Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has dyed his greying white crest a little too much giving a sharp white color. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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, Vrondiss 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. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new miner responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, In love, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Just what you see.