Description: A man of a pale complexion, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Balimaar grew up listening to his father's many stories. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants revenge against gnolls; and many gnolls want him driven away

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He stands about 5'2" and wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a very tight haircut. He is baby faced.

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. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His first spouse was a Server, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a adventurer and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: He got into the Sage business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sage responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he has the majority of his body covered in plate, and is pretty ugly. His black hair is still thick. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

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. After a long history of fighting, Ralf and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp). Old masterpiece painting (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is wearing a long, brown cloak. He has no hair. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 12. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A freak accident while working with his Knight mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.