Description: 5'1" and muscular, this western man is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and green handkerchief worn on his right side. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Halimath took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1800 gp.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries with him a set of nunchakus, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His black hair is thinning but still full. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Brewer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His hair is cut close to his head. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 70000 cp.

Description: This malnourished man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Nutae was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. In his 13th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 pp. Citrine (70 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears a black armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy brown hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Aelar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 gp. Alexandrite (1400 gp). Blue star sapphire (600 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp).