Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and yellow handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears blue trousers with black and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly daggers and swords. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Gerbo embodies much of what other species detest in the Gnomes. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Slave Trader arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. 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: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears baggy white pantaloons and a brown scarf. She wears a deerstalker hat to cover her moderate length golden hair. Her eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She disdains her fellow northerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She comes from a rich northern family. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She tends to her Architect job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, green cloak. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the left. His black eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.