Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black stubble. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a hunchback. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 700 gp.

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 is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His first spouse was a Layabout, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Religious, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 gp. Deep green spinel (150 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. 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: A powerful slaver made him what he is. 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 has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 25000 sp. Bloodstone (30 gp).

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Gifted from a young age, Folgûm studied abroad. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a miner and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1100 gp. Smoky quartz (30 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (700 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Azurite (4 gp). Hematite (4 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Gnomes.

History: Namfoodle was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Namfoodle fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.