Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a black collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has no hair. His eyes are violet.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was taken from his home at a very young age. After a long history of fighting, Balimaar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 gp. Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Black pearl (700 gp).

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.