Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a white shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his golden hair up. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Scribe business.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Orc companion (his 'brother'). 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. Brogg fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 500 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 dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

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. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Paggen was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Animal Trainer. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a white cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Dimble embodies much of what other species detest in the Gnomes. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Doctor arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Dimble was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Doctor. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Rock crystal (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a tan vest and prefers brown and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His hair is short and white. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a Bricklayer, his father struggled to pay the bills. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 3200 sp.

Description: He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a pickaxe, but if one is not available he will default to his bow. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Randal and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1000 sp.