Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear flannel. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Riardon was born the youngest of three triplets. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 40 gp. Citrine (60 gp).

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his falchion with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his falchion, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Debt. Occupation: Painter

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, wearing red shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Pikar was born with his father's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and he perpetually has his mace ready. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a shortspear on his belt. His brass crest is singed and shortened. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. He was taken from his home at a very young age. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 4000 gp.