Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Balimaar hails from a village terrorized by orcs. When Balimaar reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Balimaar was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Cynical. Bonds: Enemies, Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears tattered old clothes. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born in the east. A gifted student he started as a Banker, but he got bored and became a Bricklayer. He has worked as a Bricklayer like his mother before him.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and is typically in his Weaver uniform. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His golden hair is still thick. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Weaver.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp. Red-brown spinel (160 gp). White opal (1400 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, 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 hair is cut close to his head. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his feathered brown hat.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. 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: Drogo was born the youngest of three triplets. 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. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bounty Hunter they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Junk Dealer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 13000 cp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This southern man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Violet garnet (700 gp). Tourmaline (110 gp). 2 Antitoxin. 1 Smokesticks. 1 Everburning torch.