Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a pastel vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his pastel boots flare out at the collars. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His copper eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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, Nimble is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Dyer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 24000 cp. A silver and pearl hairclip (100 gp). 2 Alchemist’s fire. 4 Tanglefoot bags. 4 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'4". She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs, and her gloved hand is found clutching a longbow. She sports a flattop fur cut. Her blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Sweet was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Sweet liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Mason for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 2100 sp.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Gnomes. Her skin is light but she possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull brown iron scale mail. Her black hair is well kept. Her amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. The war was a terrible time for her, and Pyntle does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Pyntle was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: She sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, and carries tridents. Her hair is long and golden with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small blue clips. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. The war was a terrible time for her, and Ridaro does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. When Ridaro reached her early adolescence her Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.