Description: He is scrawny and has patchy auburn stubble. He wears a brown coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. He has a hunchback. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the left. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Addict. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 gp. Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Azurite (12 gp).

Description: He wears a white shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and black pants. He wears his red hair down. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Servant.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 15000 cp. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and pastel, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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, Balimaar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 6000 sp. Banded agate (15 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he usually wears his pastel robe and has his sai always slung over his shoulder. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 39000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has a hunchback. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. Trym 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 now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 2500 sp.