Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His black hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Balimaar's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Balimaar was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Adventurer. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears dull tan sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sickle, just in case. His hair is chestnut and curly. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his top tan hat.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born in a small forest village. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Justice, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: He is dressed in a clean white cloak covering his clean studded leather. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: Clerebold lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, PTSD. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and violet handkerchief worn on his right side. His auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Drogo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Drogo took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Minor magic item.