Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Gnomes. His skin is light but he possesses many yellow ritualistic tattoos. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Roondar was born with his father's beautiful face. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Roondar grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Roondar. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He wears just a tan suit. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'6" when asserting himself. His silver hair is thinning but still full. He has white eyes and a black hat with a brown feather.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Locksmith arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When Therai reached his early adolescence his Tiefling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He carries with him a set of bows, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 81. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Srorthen 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 is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1400 gp.