Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His head has been shaved. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. 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 to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 40 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (60 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His pastel leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the right. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Miner. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He's in love; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 6000 gp. Banded agate (13 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Chrysoberyl (90 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Red garnet (90 gp). Eye agate (13 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 3'4". He usually wears his white robe and has his pickaxe always slung over his shoulder. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 7. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Wobbles has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: This southern man is typically in his Marshal uniform. His clothes are grease stained in places. He sports a flattop hair cut. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'3" and dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a black coat with red slacks. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He hates gnolls. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 sp.