Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Balimaar will drive conversation. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Balimaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. 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 has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Slave, Family, Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Amethyst (100 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Black pearl (900 gp).

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is red and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Oren fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 370 gp. Hematite (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit 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 long rusty crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 250 gp.