Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a black deerstalker hat and black clothes. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Barendd took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and balancing his hectic life and new sculptor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1500 gp. Rose (40 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). Tourmaline (130 gp).

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He carries a battered sword and tarnished nunchaku as well. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His white eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Secretive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears tattered old clothes. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. The war was a terrible time for him, and Wiggens does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Being born in the west, 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 west 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a grey vest and prefers green and tan shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has no hair. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Red garnet (60 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He carries with him a set of bows on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

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 is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Gnomes.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Glassblower arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His first spouse was a Mercenary, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Gnomish people; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 7000 cp. Sardonyx (80 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.