Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is red and curly. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Balimaar lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1100 sp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (30 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (30 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his trident. He has no hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 400 sp. Obsidian (12 gp).

Description: 5'8" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. This brown eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Ront was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Weaver they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Tailor, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family, Mentor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears black trousers with yellow and blue striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 220 pp. Rock crystal (50 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.