Description: He is a mite stocky and dresses like a well dressed Weaver does. His head has been shaved. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed green hat.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: The child of a Servant, who enjoyed hunting, Balimaar was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Balimaar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Weaver responsibilities is difficult; and to be a servant again

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his halberd, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His red hair is still thick. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 12000 cp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing, marred by chocolates. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Percival was born the youngest of three triplets. His childhood dream was to be a Armorer, but he was a colossal failure. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Professionalism, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 11000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Flaws: Sensitive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 90 pp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man wears a tan collared shirt and pastel pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is long and red with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Lance enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Disease, Mundane, Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 100 gp. Blue quartz (10 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Amethyst (50 gp).