Description: He stands about 4'1" and wears skinny pants and wears a violet and pastel robe with the hood down. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His auburn hair is lengthy. His eyes are hazel and beady.

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 moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Hedonist. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Smokesticks.

Description: He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He carries with him a set of swords, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has wavy black hair. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a strong sense of loyalty to gnomish people

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Philantrophist, Artistic. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His red hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise gold.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Aquamarine (600 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Brown diamond (7000 gp). Emerald (700 gp). Azurite (9 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Marshal. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born in the west to a Marshal, Balimaar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Debt. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 60 gp. Chrysoberyl (70 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, and carries sais. His hair is brown and curly. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 south. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Family, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 160 pp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (80 gp).