Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. His black hair is cut short. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

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. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. After a long history of fighting, Ralf and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1600 gp. Azurite (4 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). White opal (400 gp). White pearl (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a shortspear on his belt. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

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 nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He got into the Masseuse business at a young age. A gifted student he started as a Cartwright, but he got bored and became a Masseuse. After a long history of fighting, Gomory and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 800 sp. Smoky quartz (30 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 likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His copper crest is smooth and relatively long. He has gold eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Srorthen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Srorthen grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Srorthen was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.