Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Balimaar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To be a Spice Merchant again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 gp. Azurite (11 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. 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, Guy is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bricklayer for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and money/treasure

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and doesn't want to be a laborer and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 24000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He is portly but not overly obese. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His amber 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 would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Shy, Mundane. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 300 gp.