Description: A 5'3" northern man, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Balimaar embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is typically in his Sellsword uniform, and carries scimitars. His white hair is cut short. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Born to a Apothecary, his father struggled to pay the bills. His childhood dream was to be a Apothecary, but he was a colossal failure. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Sellsword.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sellsword responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Deep green spinel (130 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He wears a simple blue robe with green stripes complete with hood. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born into a rich family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He tends to his Sculptor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to be a marshal again

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: He is a husky man, who tends to wear a large brown jacket. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He is a Lamia in disguise. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

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

Ideals: Gifted, Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man wears a tan collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Thomas does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born to a Blacksmith, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 100 gp. Tourmaline (60 gp).