Description: He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longsword, but if one is not available he will default to his halberd, and carries halberds. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Balimaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears long strands of opal and short yellow dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his crossbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His hair is cut close to his head. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Percival alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. 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: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep pastel leather and dull brown iron scale mail. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he has a crush on the local carpenter

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1000 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). A small bag of saffron. (70 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is wearing a long, red, dusty cloak. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: He wears a violet shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He has red hair. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Gifted from a young age, Henry studied abroad. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 40000 sp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp).