Description: He is in excellent shape and dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

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 has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Ralf took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 20 gp. Red-brown spinel (40 gp). 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Gimble took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Family, Guardian. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When Mindartis reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his lance, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Travok is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 6000 cp. Coral (150 gp).