Description: He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greatsword, but if one is not available he will default to his mace. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Balimaar embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. After a long history of fighting, Balimaar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Zircon (50 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a violet shirt with thin pastel vertical stripes and black pants. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Everard liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 2600 sp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Hourglass.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He likes to wear grey tank tops with green pants. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He takes great joy in being the best Laborer in town.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military, Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a shortbow on his belt. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Jocelyn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Selfish, Mundane. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears pastel trousers with black and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

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 has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Healer’s kit.