Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Bricklayer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Gnome, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Pacifist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 280 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a fancy green suit. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the left. He has green eyes and a green hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Arumawann was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Druid, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Druid in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Arumawann abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a blue shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He keeps his purple hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are silver.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a great chef.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the east were limited. After a long history of fighting, Forcas and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 11000 sp. Rock crystal (50 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a tan coat. His golden hair is cut short. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was raised in a island tribe. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: To be a Butcher again; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: Just what you see.