Description: This tall, slender man wears a tattered pair of loose red pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Ralf 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. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Ralf never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Joker, Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, In love. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man very much looks the part of a Beggar. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with music. He constantly tries to fill his life with music. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

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. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

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 inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely tan suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a great chef.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Arnold took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He bought a mace and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 200 gp.