Description: She has a missing right leg. She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her hair is chestnut and very short. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Gnomes.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Like her father and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Laborer. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 3'1". She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and her gloved hand is found clutching a trident. Her black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Junk Dealer born in the past three hundred years. When triggered she is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: She was raised in a island tribe. 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 possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 600 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His scarlet crest is smooth and relatively long. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. A true patriot, Gorbundus would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gorbundus fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 gp. Blue quartz (13 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his top grey hat.

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: Morgran was raised in a hard working conservative environment. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new mercenary responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1800 sp.