Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears an entirely grey suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Beloril is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Beloril liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Beloril never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Architect responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Nature, In love, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears long strands of topaz and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 18. 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 lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the west were limited. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Disease, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1500 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (30 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2500 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. His black hair is still thick. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Roland was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Enemies, Debt. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 120 gp.

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 wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His black hair is long and unkept. He has brown eyes.

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 Gnome in existence. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit men.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the west were limited. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Gnomish artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Half-Plate.