Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants, and he perpetually has his falchion ready. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. After coming to the age of reason, Balimaar took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and doesn't want to be a cook and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Weaver born in the past three hundred years. 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 to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Weaver responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is dressed in a clean white cloak covering his clean studded leather. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a Marshal first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Drogo lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. After coming to the age of reason, Drogo took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Marshal for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. He worked as a nervous Interpreter and found it very stressful. He became a Interpreter soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

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 robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a axe on his belt. His hair is blonde and curly. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born in the east. After coming to the age of reason, Roland took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Just what you see.