Description: He is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. He is portly but not overly obese. His black hair is knotted and matted. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Slave. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 8000 sp.

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 wears an entirely white suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has achieved small success as a Animal Trainer.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: He wears black trousers with red and white striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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 a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 large cave and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his flail, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He got into the Dyer business at a young age. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Anthony never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job, In love. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 2 Alchemist’s fire. 4 Tanglefoot bags. 4 Thunderstones.

Description: An older man who has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe, he is not a threatening figure. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Has a crush. Occupation: Server

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 800 gp.