Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'10" and wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Paelias was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 200 gp. Golden pearl (90 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp).

Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears a worn and beaten armor, and is pretty ugly. Her chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are green and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. To her fellows she 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: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. While she appears to be a normal Gnome, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: She is content; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. He is baby faced.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Dilettante work with an outfit from a few towns over. Dilettante work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Bonds: Military, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a large tan jacket. He carries with him a set of maces on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Igden was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 600 gp. Black pearl (900 gp). Coral (90 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Onyx (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries a battered greataxe and tarnished whip as well. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in the south to a Tanner, Qualen learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. After coming to the age of reason, Qualen took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 18000 sp. Emerald (400 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp). Red spinel (70 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.