Description: He is wearing a long, black cloak, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'0" when asserting himself. His hair is long and golden with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Balimaar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He has worked as a Hunter like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears brown trousers with green and yellow striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. This violet eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes goblins are coming to abduct people. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Slave. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His violet leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Born in the east to a Healer, Dean learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Dean took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Healer.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Spice Merchant does. He is portly but not overly obese. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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 born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Tim was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Spice Merchant. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a butcher again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 gp. Malachite (16 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp).

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He carries a battered kukri and tarnished longsword as well. He has a very tight haircut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Cook who has hired him part-time. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 400 sp.