Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Balimaar's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 18000 cp.

Description: He wears a black collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears his golden hair down. He is baby faced.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Adventurer for the past few years.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease, Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 40000 sp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his mace with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic, Persistence. Bonds: Has a crush, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 11000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His white hair is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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, Clerebold is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Clerebold was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

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

Ideals: Optimist, Justice, Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 37000 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is typically in his Sage uniform. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born in the south. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a barber again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1500 sp.