Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sword, but if one is not available he will default to his falchion. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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: 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. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'1" and is dressed in a clean white cloak covering his clean studded leather. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Balimaar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Balimaar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and human compassion

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has gray eyes and a yellow hat with a blue feather.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His white hair is lengthy. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He is greedy; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, In love, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Silver pearl (80 gp). Red-brown spinel (80 gp). Rose (30 gp). Obsidian (4 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Conrad and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Revenge; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Forgetful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Iolite (40 gp).