Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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 the only child of a wealthy merchant. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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 has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man wears dull red sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed lance, just in case. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. 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: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield. 1 Half-Plate.

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. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He takes great joy in being the best Body Guard in town.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Balimaar reached his early adolescence his Human father 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. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 2200 sp.

Description: Standing 5'11", this man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Passionate, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Slave. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 100 gp.