Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born in the north to a Scribe, Balimaar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Balimaar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

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 prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. He has a very tight haircut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Manfred took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A freak accident while working with his Shoemaker father left him crippled. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Shoemaker they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Healer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Revenge; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born in the west. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. The war was a terrible time for him, and Reynard does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate.