Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear flannel. His hair is silver and very short. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Through the years after Balimaar was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Balimaar's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Junk Dealer and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a large red jacket. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hunter fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. His hair is silver and curly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

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 will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Arnold grew up listening to his father's many stories. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Opinionated, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has white hair. His silver eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Marbas took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and a strong sense of loyalty to tiefling people

Flaws: Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 800 sp.