Description: He wears a fancy black suit. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 4000 sp. Silver pearl (90 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1500 gp). Coral (90 gp). Black star sapphire (1500 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Anverth was born with his mother's beautiful face. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Gnomes became a terror of the countryside. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: This man likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Mortician soon after.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: 5'8" and muscular, this western man wears a red armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. His lavender fur is thinning but still full. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Fragrant was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Joker. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Just what you see.