Description: 6'2" and muscular, this northern man dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a green coat with red slacks. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. 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: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Balimaar took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (500 gp). 3 Antitoxin.

Description: He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

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. Rolf was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Barkeep. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He carries with him a set of shortspears on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. 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, Percival is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Percival was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival 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 to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This light-skinned male is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His blonde hair is long and unkept. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the north. 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and a strong sense of loyalty to human people

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1900 sp. Sard (70 gp). Amethyst (90 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This western man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat. His clothes are grease stained in places. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His ears are large.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he has a crush on the local actor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.