Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a pastel tunic with brown highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He refers to his adoptive mother 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: Balimaar was born the youngest of three triplets. A gifted student he started as a Architect, but he got bored and became a Barber. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Family, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a green coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. He is portly but not overly obese. His red hair is heavily combed to the left. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away; and a deep hatred of goblins

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Military, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Good lock.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'9" when asserting himself. He has no hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Disease. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 14000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His chestnut hair is still thick. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: Percival hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 200 gp.