Description: He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple tan line shooting up and back down, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'7" when asserting himself. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length red hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Alvyn speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Gnomes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Gnomish activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Gnomish doctor. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Carnelian (50 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Iolite (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He got into the Miller business at a young age. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pirithin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Military, Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 600 gp. 3 Acid flasks.

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Beloril was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2000 cp.