Description: This man likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Gnomes.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Fabien 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Gnomish compassion.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He dresses like a well dressed Beggar does. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 280 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a grey vest and prefers violet and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born into a rich family. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is wearing a tight red one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Bagabug was born the youngest of three triplets. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. A true patriot, Eiravel would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Eiravel was born the youngest of three triplets. His parents enrolled him in a Warlock school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dyer and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.