Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Gnomes. His skin is light but he possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a dagger on his belt. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

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 constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Wrenn was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Bard, 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 Bard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 2000 cp. Red spinel (140 gp). White pearl (140 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a black coat with blue slacks. His white hair is braided into rings. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Junk Dealer who has hired him part-time. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

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. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Halfling companion (his 'brother'). When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is his passion

Bonds: Has a crush, Military, Adventurer, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 6000 gp. Pink pearl (70 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp). Blue star sapphire (1300 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Red garnet (70 gp). White pearl (70 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a worn and beaten armor. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Detective hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC.

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears an entirely green suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 290 pp. Azurite (12 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Banded agate (12 gp).