Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Tharivol speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. 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, Orsik is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Tailor, his father struggled to pay the bills. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 12000 sp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (800 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (140 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ribbles grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Ribbles was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away; and obtaining odd cultural gnomish artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his white hair up. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. 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, Frouse is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Spy

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 gp.