Description: He is a mite stocky and does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. The war was a terrible time for him, and Kellen does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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 left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Gnomish people.

Flaws: Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Job, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This light-skinned male wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Slave Trader but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While he appears to be a normal Half-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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Philantrophist, Pacifist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

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. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Warrior school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He wears his silver crest up. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Pijjirik is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Pijjirik was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 170 pp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has wavy green crest. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Salasar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He found a children's book about a Dragonborn Fighter who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Tourmaline (110 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Blue sapphire (800 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.